Percy could tell that Moriko did not quite like the way he had phrased his wager, and a pain shot through him like he was punched in the gut. However, most of him desired the fantasy to become reality, so he toughed it out and stuck to his plan. It was obvious to him that she had, at some point in time, suffered through some sort of slavery, perhaps during a time her country was in upheaval. Should he win, he thought to himself, he would not be a cruel master to her. He would care for her that whole day that she agreed to.<br/><br/>"Just one day, then," Percy said, a little comfort instictively put into his voice. "Should you, for some reason, wish to extend that time after that day, however, I wouldn't mind. Now, if I may ask again, what will your wager be?"