Every situation he had with buyers had never really been the same; one had inspected his body as if he was going to be bred, one ran and hid behind the Idiot when he suddenly moved, but this... She was being slow. Cautious and even a bit trusting. One tried but soon as they got close, they hurt him. Just seeing her be slow made him curious, curious as to why she was. Had she not been told about his previous owners? About how he was nearly unsellable? Just the thought of her knowing and still wanting to have him, in a way, thrilled him. A master who could possibly handle him, the wild black unicorn.<br/><br/>On the rouster had been his name, one that took a great effort in learning; it was Ro'tolek. She probably hadn't seen it, he didn't know if the buyers ever saw his name. All he knew was his name was used on an inventory list. Yet, all these thoughts, happened not so close together as her words soon broke the silence. Overpowering her... Oh he probably could. He was fast, agile... But he didn't want to attack. There was nothing that provoked him at all by the woman in white. All she did was give him time, give himeans to ease into some security. However, he didn't fully subcum to it.<br/><br/>Ro'tolek though did not want bound any longer, he hated it. Every minute was painful with how his arms were bound behind him and how he had to constantly sit. Once the key was produced he stared at it. Glanced and contemplated. His heart thundered in his ears like stampeeding hooves going across a mountainside. Every chance he could think of... Nothing left him with a good choice. Nothing. Soon as it was fully outstretched he sat and waited. For a good three minutes he stared at her before moving towards her, "Free me of the binds then. Sitting here is punishment enough besides living in this hell." He said with a dark tone. A dark tone towards the men who kept him here.