Shawn grinned at the boy's silence. He held his own tongue, about to say 'good brat', but didn't want to piss the kid off anymore than he already was.<br/>Although, the claws in his back was obvious to the child's dislike of him.<br/><br/>A crewmember ran up to him to take the boy below deck, but Shawn declined, walking below, himself.<br/>The ship was rather large, and the disguise of selling fruits was very well managed. No one looked like slave traders, and currently all the cells were blocked from view behind the kitchen. So...Shawn walked over to his own giant room and tossed the kid in, shutting and locking the door before heading down to the galley to get him something to eat. He was way to skinny to be able to sell at the moment.