He grinned toward her and let go of her hair. That she was resisting was somewhere between adorable and respectable, and he'd long since learned not to get angry over it. That would almost like rewarding her... Best he just didn't care either way. He stayed like that, foot on her thigh to keep her down as they rumbled along the cobbled streets toward home.<br/><br/>'Home' was a tall terrace house in the heart of the city. The ground floor was used for business, and contained a pair of offices, a small workshop (though he had a factory outside of town for most of his production, this was more for tinkering) and a shop front. Hardly his main money spinner, but it was a nice touch that harked back to when he'd been part of a family business. Above that were three more floors, each rather large, of well furnished spaces... Bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens; as automated as could be with as much technological gadgetry as he could dream up, as well as all the comforts his respectable wealth could afford. He did -like- his home.<br/><br/>The mechanical vehicle pulled up in front of the door and the pressure on Zoey's thigh soared as he used it to push himself to his feet, and climb down from the carriage; but at least it was gone by the time he was out. His eyes shot to the driver and he smiled, even tipping his head in a sort of gratitude; the man wasn't rude, not at all, to people he considered worthy of some respect. "Bring her to the guest room, would you? Ask Jack to help you if you need another pair of hands. Oh, and -do- try to be discrete, won't you?" He smiled and patted the mans shoulder before brushing past and into the building.<br/><br/>The great elevator that took up the heart of the building was one of his proudest feats, and it always thrilled him when he could hit a button and listen to the grinding of cogs dragging him up toward his bedroom, and the treats it offered up. A change of clothes - much needed after such a bustling auction! - and a few little tricks to use on his new acquisition. With a new, sharper suit on, and a small case full of things that Zoey would just have to wait and see, he made his way back down.<br/><br/>While all of this was happening the unfortunate girl was being 'helped' roughly toward the door, and to the second floor where one of the mans lounges was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>