The bids went higher on the slave. He leaned over, peering at the dirty creature behind bars. "$6,000, please." He stuck his hands in his pocket, a little nervous. The excitement of having a new slave made his heart race. He always loved them so much, so terribly much. Of course, the race war for bidding, winning [i]something[/i] always seemed to fool his mind, like a young boy and candy. A small smile tucked over his lips.

Ooc: My mind does not care if James does not win the bid.