Lets call it educational

Surprise flickered briefly over the blue and black mask of the young male, amber gaze drifting over the brilliant markings that covered the girl. Then, as quickly as the shock had appeared, it was replaced by the cool mask of professionalism. Absinthe tracked his gaze, noticed the slow roll of his attention across the length of Idalia's bodice. "Tell me why she's one of your most prized servants," the boy demanded evenly, continuing his assessment of the girl before him. Tail slipping between his thighs to sweep slowly across his hocks, he kept a keen eye on the boy to ensure he didn't get too handsy with the girl. The Warlord had seemed eager previously to steer the conversation away from carnal interests in the servants, but the dark servant reserved no trust for strangers. In his time he had seen the depravity of wolves, witnessed the cruelest debasement possible, and wouldn't find himself especially shocked if Artorias stuck his nose between the girl's thighs as part of his inspection. He would be quick to knock sense into the larger man, certainly, but he would not be horrified or caught unawares.

"Miss Idalia is of fine breeding, acquired from the wife of a baron who was none too thrilled to find her own daughter growing more beautiful than she. She comes from quite the pedigree, and formal etiquette comes naturally to her- right Miss Idalia? " he purred with a quirk of his brow, glancing in her direction. Once more his accent was proving itself useful, the lilt on his syllables accentuated the praise he offered up for the slave girl. He neglected to mention that Augustus had taken her by force from the men her mother had originally sold her to- the ones who had been kind enough to give them drinks and talk all night long about their latest conquests and acquisitions. "She has proven thus far to be exceptional at following direction, with an eye for detail and a sharp memory. Despite that rather... willowy frame of hers, Miss Idalia is more than capable of carrying heavier loads as well, we've been relying on her to keep the lamps well stocked, and replace them when necessary." he opted to leave it at that, as the more he spent referencing the girl's beauty, the dirtier he felt. Once he had a moment to himself he might need a drink to wash the taste of those words from his kohl-dark tongue.

After a few moments, Artorias made his offer. Swirling whiskey optics meeting with half-blind brimstone. "I have a pristine crocodile skin and teeth, an assortment of hardened steels and rare metals, some jewelry found in nearby ruins, and several bottles of alcohols including Hallowed wine that can only be produced by my pack. Would this be acceptable to your employer?" the sapphire marked male questioned, and the high-born influence reared its ugly head in the dark furred male. Hellfire gaze drifted to his right, searching the craggy back wall for the hollow where Augustus watched intently in the shadows. It didn't take long to locate the sunset form of his master, bright eyes focused intently enough to immediately pin Absinthe with his stare. There was no way Augustus had heard the details, but he was taking the opportunity to engage in some theatrics. The once-prince rarely found the opportunity to make use of the skills that had been developed among the nobility, and he wouldn't pass this one up. Augustus, to his credit, didn't turn down the opportunity to impose his power upon others. He pointedly looked away from Absinthe's prying gaze, surveying the rest of the market instead. Thus, the servant found his tapered crown tipping sideways, examining the portion of the loaded cart outside that was visible to him. "If you were to add one of those bear skins to the deal, then I suppose my master would be willing to part with Miss Idalia." he countered, meeting Artorias' eye with a cool, disinterested expression and a flick of his tail. It was time to see what was to be made of the boy, in earnest.