<div class="floatleft">(http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/5416/dsc9527eg1.jpg)</div>As Oskar waited on an answer from his master he heard a female's voice, the other slave he guess. Which, all things considered was a pretty good guess since he hadn't smelt or heard anyone else in the house when he first came in. He followed his master as commanded, his eyes laid on the pretty woman on the bed when they came out of the bathroom. He smiled down at her, figuring he'd be friendly to her since she seemed to be so new and petrified of the real world, the one that involved supernatural creatures.<br/><br/>He then looked back at his master, his smile disappearing and his face going to a look of submission. He did not look his master in the eye as he spoke, it was nice to confirm that the name that he used in the transaction was his real one. Though, he knew he could never vocalize the name unless told otherwise that was nothing new between masters and slaves. If you used their name out of turn there were usually serious consequences. Your master isn't your friend and you two are not equals. The master is above the slave, period.<br/><br/>Oskar was relieved, secretly at the fact that there would be no chains. He was beginning to like Tomás more, well in the sense of a slave liking a master. He was happy that he found this master, that he was worthy enough to have such a gracious master take him in, it was almost as good as being set free. Though, he wasn't too keen on having to fight more, that was the reason he was bought. He figured it was much better than being used for blood and sex like the human would be.<br/><br/>When he found where the clothing was kept that he was allowed to wear, which he wondered if it was the same as what Tomás would wear, he went to the dresser. He removed the towel, not caring that he was naked in front of the other two, he just discarded the towel on the ground having no idea what to do with it. He put on some boxers that he found as he listened to the conversation that the two were having on the bed. He had a feeling it might turn to sex, but hopefully not because that would be a whole lot of awkward for Oskar, he'd likely just go explore or something.<br/><br/>He pulled on some shorts and a tank top, just because it was simple and comfortable. He didn't expect to be up for much longer, he was still very tired and weak from the fight and having to carry the girl, not that she was heavy or anything. she was actually quite light. He couldn't help but laugh a bit when the girl asked what a blood slave was, he didn't mean to offend her by the laugh, it was more of a shocked at the fact that she had no idea, even knowing Tomás was a vampire. He turned to the two of them and walked forward a few steps, closing the distance between the bed and himself.<strong>"He will use me to bring him money and fame, because I am good at fighting. He uses you as arm candy to flaunt about at events, he also uses you for sexual favors and your blood. That is how a vampire lives, blood honey, it is much easier and more sophisticated to drink from a human that you own. Plus, now a days you have no idea what people have, that is why I am guessing he got you. Since you are clean."</strong>He said, simply. It was the easiest way to explain things to a human without breaking them too much.<br/><br/>His eyes traveled toward his master, he knew he had spoken out of turn and many masters would take the chance to punish a slave with as big of a mouth as Oskar was, but for whatever reason he wasn't afraid of Tomás. But then again, Tomás was a vampire and he didn't generally fear vampires. He could very well kill the man quite easily. He was a very experienced fighter, though it was mostly with guards who had weapons or other werewolves, he was confident that he could take down Tomás with very little problems. Though, that might be his ego getting in the way. He did forget that vampires were all unique, they were not all the same. They each possessed a different power. With the generosity of Tomás being so great, whatever power he possessed must be that of a good one. Especially to house a werewolf with no restraints.<br/><br/>Though, Tomás was correct in not restraining Oskar. Unlike some werewolves, he had a brain and knew that he shouldn't just attack anything that moved, though that is what fighting does to you... It slowly breaks you. Oskar would not attack unless provoked, outside of the ring. He really wasn't a fighter, he fought for his life, and when if life was not the thing in danger he did not feel a reason to fight. Though, sometimes the full moon could be a problem.<strong>"Correct me if I am wrong, sir."</strong>He said, finally after a few moments. Normally this term meant just correct the wrong statement, but Oskar meant it as punish him if he was wrong for what he had done... Spoken out of turn, when he wasn't asked to. Also, if he was wrong in general and Tomás had other plans for the two of them.