She seemed curious about him. "I was not taught to read and write," He explained, realizing he must have sounded well trained. "I was supposed to entertain lords and ladies, the upper class, when I was being... farmed out. So Lady Malora wanted me to be able to speak well. Sarah, another slave, was taught to read and write, and she taught me to speak with eloquence. She read me words, and told me proper sentences, and how to annunciate and speak properly. She did this while beating me, increasing the pain and the whipping if I misspoke. They both said it would be a waste to teach me to read and write."<br/><br/>"I know very little about my parents. What I do know, you now know. Malora told me about my parents when I was older, when she was drunken and in a rage, trying to mock me. I know nothing more, though I wish I did. I never had a desire to see my parent's home... I don't have desires as a slave- but I have always been curious in the back of my mind."<br/><br/>He was still feeling a bit drunk, but laying down with his eyes half closed helped a lot. "I- I do want to kiss you. I wish- this is strong stuff. But everything feels better. My fingers even feel better." He lifted his fingers and looked at them.<br/><br/>She asked him about his ears. "I- uh- am not sure why they are covered a bit my my collauhr. I beleeeeive it may be where the smell comes from, and without the coverings it would beee too-h-powerful for most." He shook his head, trying to somehow remove the drunkeness from his body so he could at least speak properly. He didn't like speaking with a slur, it make him feel uneasy, perhaps from his training. She was asking many questions.<br/><br/>"You may touch my ears," she said. He was excited, he wanted to touch them, especially in this drunk state. He reached out and rubbed one of them, feeling the fur and earlobe under his hand. It was nice under his hands as he rubbed it from top to bottom, feeling the fur shift. It made him smile.<br/><br/>She place butter and syrup on his lips, and he licked them several times, indulging in the taste of both. It was exciting, strange. Ever since he woke, he'd been bombarded with new experiences and feelings. He tasted things he had never had before, he was able to make choices, and he was shown kindness. He truly was lucky, and that feeling of being overwhelmed started to creep back again, ever so slowly.<br/><br/>She laid down next to him and she kissed his cheek. He enjoyed it so much, but it was too much for him, and he began having a panic attack as the two men entered the room. She asked him if he wanted them to lift him in or not. He couldn't decide. So many questions, so many decisions, so many paths for his life to take, so many new sensations with alcohol and tastes. He wanted these sensations, he wanted to experience the world, but it was difficult. "It's too much," he whispered in between breaths. He felt like he was tumbling in the air with nothing to hold onto. Hyperventilating he curled into a fetal position.