Helped up by Saku - who showed a surprising amount of strength in picking him up by his arm - Whitey smiled thankfully at her. He was just about to bend down to do up his shoe lace, the one guilty of causing his trip in the first place, when her arms draped themselves over his shoulders and around his neck, holding him up and firmly in place. Not that he really minded having a hug from her; he did like hugs, after all. Reaching up with a hand to hold her hands, Whitey smiled - then blinked in surprise at what she said. What was this about being a slave for a day? He had no idea. But a small voice in the back of his head told him just to go with it, he might enjoy where it was leading. Turning his head round and grinning at Saku, he said to her, "Well, I'm not going to say no to something like that..."