Damain sighs, he thought for a moment. "well, how much do you want to tell her?" he looked down. He wasn't proud of his job, but it was the best thing he could afford to live off of.<br/>He had been a slaver since he was first enlisted at sixteen. Usually, most people were only hired at eighteen, but he looked older then he was. No one questioned him, he didn't go causing questions. He was well suited for this job, he could easily manhandle anyone his size or smaller. People who weren't or were good fighters, he usually only needed to pull out his katan. They got the hint. He hadn't been paired with Tsubaki right off the back, he had another partner. She....was much different, she was vicious and aggressive. She killed three of the slaves they had captured, which was bad for business. She was fired and he hadn't heard from her since.<br/>Damain mutters, lost in thought. "good riddance...." he says out loud not noticing.<br/><br/>Cynthia smiles, she notices the others leaving the room. She starts to use her powers, trying to chip away at Susmono's walls. She giggled, "well, tell me about yourself cutie...." she pulls her chin towards her, forcing her to look at her face. Her hands were soft against Susmono's skin. "what do you like?" she continues with her innocent talk.