One Day At A Time

It didn't take the fae long to answer his question at all. She was born into the trade. That answer made things better for him and worse for her. She hadn't been given to the slavers for some nefarious deed, which was a point in her favor. However, being born into the slave trade, no doubt the woman had to deal with many unsavory things in her life. He could imagine the horrors that she had faced and it wasn't difficult to do so, being the kind of beast that he was.

Reila spoke again and Chimera gave a soft huff of amusement. "I know quite a bit about the slave trade," he admitted in purring baritones. "I do business with various traders regularly." The man's gaze stayed on her face, watching for any sort of reaction. Had he planned to give her back, he wouldn't have been taking such good care of her. Would she make that deduction or no?

An open book... he could ask her anything. "Do you believe that you're a good and decent wolf? Have you killed? Have you done unsavory things of your own volition?" The question that remained unspoken was, 'Are you worth my time?'

"Speech"