Meho looked around the room. This was not the place he vaguely remembered being. With that man...what was his name again? He was a king. He couldn't remember anything else. Just his name and fragmented mental images. He looked back at her. "Abbigail..." He said. Sounding it out so it sounded almost exotic instead of a fairly common name. He shook his head. The strands swaying around a bit. Looking at her. He looked at the dog. It grabbed his attention. "House?" He seemed confused by that. "I was in a really big house. There was a man...he was king..." He said. "I can't remember." He said. Putting a hand to his head. Grimacing a second as it made his head hurt trying to remember. He lowered his hand and opened his eyes. "I don't know. There was girls at the really big house. With the man who saved me. They kept staring and giggling. I vaguely remember a butler saying they wanted in my pants." He said. Looking puzzled. "Its all fragmented." He said. He blinked. "The man must've done it. I don't remember anything but cold then I blacked out." He twisted his head and looked at them as if just fully noticing they were there. "Oh...they are there...they are why my back feels weird." He said softly. "I don't remember why the are there." He looked at her. "Actually...I have fragmented images of recent things but all I can really remember is my name is Mejo." He said honestly. "And...something dealing with the word unique." He frowned. "Your dog doesn't like me does she?"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Heji looked at the werecat. He had noticed that being called a smart ass seemed to amuse the guy. He honestly didn't give a damn if the werecat cared or did not care who he was. He was taking him and that was all that he really cared about right now. He had sensed the excitement but had been more worried about leaving before the man in the other room passed out. He really didn't like the tame ones. He was thrilled to have found such a fiesty sexy specimen to call his own. He looked at him. Nodding his head. He would wait to comment until his hired slave came back. "I plan to cloth you because I can't have you running around naked while we are on business meetings. As wonderful as that sight will be I don't need others oogling you." He said quite seriously. The possessive tone there but not in a dark way. He then took the werecat's hand again. Walking out with the man behind him. He would have the tailor sent for once they returned home. His guards, all four of them, fell into place once they were outside. He never let go of Silva's hand until they got into his mansion. Only then would Silva see the head bodyguard. A tall burly man of fourty. He waved him away. "Go away Brian. I am taking Silva to my room. If you disturb me it better be a life threatening emergency or you'll not like what I do to you." He said in a warning tone. Taking Silva into the room. Shutting it. Picking up his cell phone he called the tailor. "I want you to come by around two o'clock. I need you to measure and get clothing made for my slave Silva." He said. Nodding his head to whatever the man had said then hung up. Turning the phone off he sat on the bed. "Come over here. I want to see you close again." He said with a naughty smile on his face.