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Zayle shook his head at the tranqualized slave. He sighed and turned his head after hearing a low grown and he could only guess what it was. He turned around to see the man that ignored him with a very large claw and he was pestering Atsuma, A mistake that not many people made. "Woh woh woh" Zayle claimed taking a light run over. "Sir if you want to buy him thats up to you but dont go angering him, Last thing I need is the shop becoming a wreck."

Zayle sighed. "Such an odd person you are sir" he claimed looking over at Atsuma. He did not feel like having a repeat of what happened last time he got out so he decided to make it more simple. Walking in to the back room he came back with a couple of darts with a deep red looking juice inside of them. Gripping it tight he came behind the lycan who was still locked on Nicolai and stabbed two in to his back at the same time. A loud growl went out though the store as Atsuma pulled the empty darts out of his back and shortly after passed out. Zayle smiled at the sight. "Thats a way to get it done easily" He claimed mainly to himself opening the cage waving for the man to claim his buy. "If you leash him we can just get the payment out of the way and he is all yours."

Zayle looked down at the wad of money. He shrugged pocketing the wad with a grin. "Odd, different, Use what ever word you like, double pay is double pay." He said with a smile listening to him finish talking. On his way to the back he turned around with a questioning look. "Are you serious..." Zayle rolled his eyes "Some people." He added in to himself. Shortly after the demon left Zayle walked in to the back room storing the money he had and sitting down to do some work that hopefully involved him being alone not paying people for slaves.

Thomas woke up a little while after Nicolai left the shop. "Where am-" he started to say, "Oh that's right..." remembering the fleeting moments before getting shot with the tranquilizer darts. Rubbing his eyes he took a look at the holding room between the steel bars. It was the usual scene; a seat in the back of the room and the typical hustle and bustle of the misery buisiness as he referred to it. Thomas folded his arms and laid back against the cold cage waiting. He hated not being able to help his situation more than a number of things.

"Well I am," Thomas called back, "but I can't really help you, being that I'm in a cage as well." He could see the person across the room who was talking to him. Thomas was bored being all alone anyway. A conversation might make the time pass a little faster.

"Nothing beyond suffering anyway." Thomas replied discontently. "Would you happen to know where this shop is?" he asked hoping he might gain some kind of advantage later.