She knew he spoke when not told. Then she saw him turn his face expecting to be hit. Song placed her hand on his jaw. "You may speak freely. In bondage since a child. Yet your risk being punished. Well, your soul cries, the mind screams and the body is broken. You need to eat and rest. Where do you sleep, the floor or bed?" She examines his back. "Over worked and beaten for folly." Never liked those that would take an innocent and be cruel. "Calm your fears. Eat. Why did I buy you? I did not like your mistress." She touched his hot and muscular body. "I can teach you to dance. Your muscles are strong. Once healed the audience will be throwing coin in appreciation. Scars can be hidden with a little oil and right cloth. You will have to get used to being touched. The mind will heal. You are used to being told what to do and will learn quickly." Song takes oils and works into his hair. She takes sections and combs out mats and sinew. "You have lovely hair and will keep it over your shoulders. Your expression is cautious and there is anger inside you. Emotions that will make you a good dancer. Never cry on stage."