"Not at all." He continues to smile. "I'm hoping to find a housekeeper, actually."
His gaze rakes over Shinjirou's form without an ounce of shame, almost clinical as he studies his musculature, noting the bruises. He doubts Shinjirou is here of his own free will. Not that it matters; the slave trade had always been quietly tolerated, as long as the goods being sold were nobodies like Shinjirou.
Jade considers walking away. It's dangerous to get involved with someone he already knows and sees as a person, but he finds himself reluctant to leave. The thought of Shinjirou being broken down and moulded into one of the quiet, dispirited drones sitting next to him is...disturbing, for some reason.
He turns to the seller instead. "He hasn't been trained at all, has he?"
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His gaze rakes over Shinjirou's form without an ounce of shame, almost clinical as he studies his musculature, noting the bruises. He doubts Shinjirou is here of his own free will. Not that it matters; the slave trade had always been quietly tolerated, as long as the goods being sold were nobodies like Shinjirou.
Jade considers walking away. It's dangerous to get involved with someone he already knows and sees as a person, but he finds himself reluctant to leave. The thought of Shinjirou being broken down and moulded into one of the quiet, dispirited drones sitting next to him is...disturbing, for some reason.
He turns to the seller instead. "He hasn't been trained at all, has he?"