Setsun's cheecks were flushed from the humiliation of being manhandled, nude, and then being inspected like a hunk of meat. He growled under his breath at the man's words. The man wanted him to sacrific his honor as a warrior, so that<strong>he</strong>could gain a few gold pieces? Still, he knew better than to argue. A slave didn't argue. "Yes." He said, making sure that he spoke clearly (mumbling was a terrible habit for a slave. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure himself whether he was speaking the truth.<br/><br/>(Gotta go to work today, leaving in 30. Won't be able to post as frequently after that, I'm afraid.))