"That's one way of putting what we are," he says, dryly.
That's also the last thing he says for a moment or two. Too busy following Zerxus, and then sort of staring at the wardrobe. First processing the abrupt change in the... configuration and appearance of different clothes, because the... magical? aspects of being here are things he's accepting but are still weird.
Then at the clothes that are in there.
On one hand: Hey, a whole pair of pants. On the other. "Good thing I already figured out he fully intended me to be your pet and for us to be having sex." Otherwise the 'property of' branding would be coming with another revelation and he wouldn't even manage to sound calm. "Hand me those."
If a leash and collar appeared, he was probably going to hit someone. Or bite. Just to satisfy his alternating anger and trauma and ability to be a smartass, all at once.
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That's also the last thing he says for a moment or two. Too busy following Zerxus, and then sort of staring at the wardrobe. First processing the abrupt change in the... configuration and appearance of different clothes, because the... magical? aspects of being here are things he's accepting but are still weird.
Then at the clothes that are in there.
On one hand: Hey, a whole pair of pants. On the other. "Good thing I already figured out he fully intended me to be your pet and for us to be having sex." Otherwise the 'property of' branding would be coming with another revelation and he wouldn't even manage to sound calm. "Hand me those."
If a leash and collar appeared, he was probably going to hit someone. Or bite. Just to satisfy his alternating anger and trauma and ability to be a smartass, all at once.