The merchant arched a brow. "You don't look like you have the ducats. I don't give out my best to punks like you." He waved him away irritatedly. Amora simply stared up at the demon, but when he looked at her, she looked away. She already learned you weren't supposed to look at your master, or you would be punished. She knew, even from a week with being with this demon, that he preferred seeing the money before he even thought about giving her over. And usually, he sent even the wealthier men away just because he felt like it. She wasn't sure if she would ever get out of that cage.