Oriana watches the exchange between the maid and the master. She'd not noticed her a second ago. Maybe it was because right now her senses were a bit on the fritz. She sighs. "I'm fine sitting here...I'm too tired to move." she says softly. Not looking at him. Smiling warmly at the maid. Who's facial expressions were leading her to believe that the maid felt more than just a servants duty towards him. She eyes the collar. But says nothing about it. She wasn't in the mood to get into a verbal debate or even a physical one.<br/><br/>She looks at the male again. The one who seemed to be less dangerous of the two men who now owned her. "Oriana. That's my name." she says softly. "And contrary to popular belief...I am far from stupid. You two wish to do sexual things to me." she says. Though her cheeks went from nuetral creamy white color to a soft rosy pink. She was very shy on such things being she'd never really done them before. She didn't even play with herself. Though her older sister had tried many times to verbually teach her how to do so. She'd been much to shy.<br/><br/>"So do you have a name?" she asks. Snapping herself out of her thoughts. The less she thought about her people and old times...the less likely she would be to have a violent reaction towards someone. She sighs and looks around. Focusing back on him. She goes to say something then changes her mind. "........" she figures it didn't really matter what if anything she had to say. It wasn't like he'd even care in the slightest. It would be best for her kindhearted nature if she didn't fool herself into thinking that either of them gave a damn about her or how she felt. She sighs again...she needed an outlet for her clerical magic and healing power. One was magic the other wasn't.<br/><br/>(http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/butler.jpg)<br/>Name: Lance<br/><br/>Lance waltzes right into the room his master was staying in. He didn't even bother to knock. He scans the room for where Andras was. And walks over to him. Nudging him a bit with his foot. Muttering under his breath. "Lazy bum." he squats down next to his master. "HEY! WAKE UP SLUG EATER!!!" he says in a very loud voice. Shaking him like you would a kid to wake them up. He knew he couldn't be physically violent with his master unless told to be...that didn't stop him from running his mouth and telling him off. Or from verbually attacking his master. Everyone knew that human saying...sticks and stones...ah whatever. He focuses back on his boss who had yet to wake up from his deep slumber. "HEY! ASSHOLE! GET THE HELL UP!" he yells. But doesn't even bother shaking him anymore. He's tempted to kick him for good measure but doesn't do so.