Odion looks at her. "Well there is the option of the sidewalk." he says playfully. Looking at her. "Well...I do suppose gathering of food is important. I far more enjoy the thrill of collecting and catching food myself. Rather than purchase it from the hands of another. But...eh...that is just me." he says softly. Ignoring the higher class girls.<br/><br/>One tried to talk to him and was thus ignored. Much to her disliking he stayed more focused on the slave than her. She tried to grab his butt discreetly and he captures his hand. Not moving from the slave's prescence he turns enough to say. "Hands off...my rear is a no touching zone. In fact...I'm a no touching zone unless I say otherwise. And you mylady prick...are in the list of the no touching zoners." he drops her hand and returns his gaze to the girl he'd saved.<br/><br/>He had concern for the girl. He cared about everyone equally. Another thing he and his father had heated arguements over. Those arguements though...he tended to always win. Not his father. He blinks at this. "The safety of a lady is my concern. Expecially since if it wasn't I would not have pulled a stunt that could have cost me my life to rescue yours." he says stubbornly.<br/><br/>Looking at her. "What is your point? Slave or not you are a person...yes? Therefore I have reason to be concerned for your safety." he blinks. And lets out a growl at that information about her house. "Then you are in the wrong house with the wrong people." he mutters. And calms. "Yes. Yes. Get your food. I am walking along side of you." And that was EXACTLY what he did. He escorted her through the crowds as if she was a valuable member of society. Versus the slave she said she was.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Blinking and wondering at her. "I assure you your safety. I will take the wrath of anyone. I do it to my father. I am afraid of no man save the gods and goddesses themselves. No mortal man will ever scare me into being intimidated and silent." he grins impishly. "Just ask my old man. He's tried." he chuckles a bit at the memories.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I won't be punished. Not if I go to this stupid "important meeting" with some high up nobles." he says honestly. "I plan to go...eventually. Delaying it as much as possible." he shudders. "I hear the Lord of that house is a total jerkish bastard. So much that his own wife wants nothing to do with him. In or out of the bedroom." he shrugs. And looks at her.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you don't mind. For I was planning on escorting a beautiful woman such as yourself home safely." he says stubbornly. "I bowed because you are a woman. My step-mother raised me to believe that ALL women no matter what rank or station in life...is to be treated as a lady. And that is how I plan on treating you. Consequences be damned." he says. Waving it off as if that was insignifficant to him. And it was in his opinion.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I am still awaiting your point on the status thing you keep mentioning." he says. Crossing his arms stubbornly. "I see a woman. I see my new friend. I see nothing else of importance. In my opinion your both of things and as such...status and rank mean nothing to me." he says honestly. He looks at her and blinks. Dropping her hand. And tried the entire way to get her to say his name not sir. It failed horribly.<br/><br/>A little while later.....<br/><br/>He had made it back to the woman's house of servitude and was looking around. He hadn't cared nor did he EVER plan on caring what anyone else though of his personal life decisions. He blinks. Seeing the carriage and looks at her. And then the carriage and back to her again. He walks with her up to the door. He clears his throat. "Ahem!" he says. Drawing the woman's attention to him rather than Evadine. He crosses his arms and just stares a hole into her mistress.<br/><br/>"MyLady...I see my old man arrived here safe and sound. I must thank you for sending..." he racks his brain. He knew this girls name. "...Miss Evadine to find and escort me to your lovely abode." he says. His voice dripping with diplomatic tones yet the undertone was amusement which held a bit of sarcasm. "As you can see...she successfully completed both of her assignments." he gets a mischievious look in his eyes.<br/><br/>Making them sparkle. "Unless you didn't send someone to fetch me. Considering how I always seem to<span style="font-style: italic">lose</span>track of time. In which case I will be a rather offended that I was not of enough importance to send Miss Evadine to fetch me due to my tardiness. It took her a while since I am a very hard guy to track down. She has such a devotion and loyalty to completing her tasks. I was VERY impressed." he says. His tone firm yet tauntingly playful.<br/><br/>He watches as the Lady of the house stammers and sputters. Then meekly nodded her head. He grins. "Well in that case thank you MyLady. I am going to commidere Miss Evadine. I am in need of a personal...assistant...during this meeting. One to remind me not to lose my cool and what not." he grins impishly. "Unless you have something you consider<span style="font-style: italic">MORE</span>important than my simple wish of you." he says. Leaving the woman trapped between a rock and a hard place. He watches as she merely nodded and bowed.<br/><br/>"Good. Then Miss Evadine you are to occompany me inside." he mutters so that only Evadine would here. "And so this torturous pompus prick party can be over that much faster." he grins. Forming an idea in his head slowly. His father said he could have anything he wanted for his birthday. He had told him he wanted a slave. A person to be his companion who was NOT under his fathers rule. And who had NOT been serving in their abode.<br/><br/>He found one. He walks in dragging Evadine gently yet firmly by her wrist. The meeting between his old man and the Lord of the house was moving along...snail styled pace. "Father...I have found the slave I wanted. You do remember our agreement. Of my birthday present choice? Hmm? The fact you and I agreed I could find and have a...slave...not already in our staff or have been serving you?" he asks simply.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">His father looks at him. Blinking. "Ah...Odion...I am rather surprised to see you here. Thought you would duck out on this one as well. And who is the lovely young slave or handsome young slave?" he asks simply. Not at all bothered by his son's directness towards him in public. Only this time at least. It was due to the fact he HAD promised that exact thing, in those exact words.</span><br/><br/>Odion smiles and pulls Miss Evadine in front of him. "Her. I want this one father. And you said there would be no<span style="font-style: italic">issues</span>with my decison." he says it pointedly. Looking at her current Master pointedly. "Isn't that right father?" he asks. Playing the part of a prince well...for once. His father knew he could be princely. He also knew he just never really felt like doing so. He awaits what will happen next.