Amora glanced sadly at her hands, wondering if he would ever warm up to Midnight like she had. When she heard a loud crash, her head snapped upwards in surprise. She looked very much confused and rather concerned for the wellbeing of both Midnight AND the new slave. When he was dragged down the steps, she stood up, hands tucked to her chest, peering over in worry. When she saw the fangs, she gasped. If he had fangs, did that mean he was also a demon? But then, why was he sold as a slave like her? Her cheeks turned red when he flicked his tongue at her, and she took a step back. "Master Midnight won't hurt you as long as you abide by his wishes. There are much worse masters that you could have out there, I'm sure."