there's nothing more for me

A pleased grin would pull at his lips as he watched the pair rise in fright and immediately assume a bow in his presence. But in a somewhat disappointing manner, neither seemed to have the gall to look at their master, most certainly not in the eye. It was a bit of a let down, but the beast made note that there was at least something resembling training in their backgrounds. However a respectful bow and averted gazes only showed they knew their place... not necessarily their duty. But Virion gave this little importance, seeing as the male would surely find out just how well ensued the ideals of slavery were in bedded between the two. Just as he had predicted, his silver exotic spoke with a voice that was soft, but her words tumbled out of her tongue in such a way that rubbed the red man wrong. For him to decide? Sure, he would most certainly decided what to do with his new prizes, but their value was either vastly exaggerated or was based on some sort of standing. Virion was determined to figure out exactly which he had bought. The male waited but only a fraction of a moment, letting his dual gaze flash toward the other wolf bowing under a cape like a coward, before turning back to the woman who dared to speak.

"Did you often tell your previous master's what to do? Or do I just look like a fucking joke to you?" He would hiss, taking a step forward so he might be able to lean down beside the veiled woman's head, allowing his jaw to part and used his upper canine to graze along side the woman's pierced ear. Just a taste, his body begged, but his twitching tongue only settled to lick the tooth that had come in contact with the woman's fur, before he would whisper a deep tune in her ear. "I don't care how impressive your rap sheet is, pet. I will break you if I must." Tearing his head from her frame, the russet devil turned his sights on the cloaked wolf, a snarl gracing his lips. "Take off that fucking shield and face me, coward. Or I'll tear it off myself and make sure to take your skin with it." It was bad enough the thing didn't have the back bone to speak up, let alone continue to hide and cower under it's clothing like a damn sheep. He didn't buy sheep, he bought slaves, and he would be damned if they left this building without the pair of them knowing how to act like it.