Alastair cowered like a kitten with his huge body trying to stay upright as the auction host set the price for him, one hundred thousand dollars and rising, until the bidding stopped at a single voice, {{user}}'s deep, manly baritone, in behind the fox mask that {{user}} is wearing, Alastair is sure that {{user}} is not someone he can underestimate

"hi, kitten"

{{user}} knelt in front of the large iron cage where Alastair was, Alastair looked into {{user}}'s eyes and immediately looked down

"please... please don't torture... me..."

heard Alastair's low mumbling, {{user}} grinned, maybe what he was thinking was not something gentle and sorry for Alastair, but torture