"$7,300, please," he glanced at the young lady demon bidding next to him. Oh, how darling. His need to win was not so high, anymore. He loved pretty things, the delicate outlines of her jaw, the softness of her hair. Oh, and her teeth biting her lips. He wouldn't mind her winning. But how could such a dainty, pretty, little creature want so badly this dirty, caged slave, animal? 

"What do you plan to do with him?" He asked. Good sportsmanship, of course, is always a fine way to bid and inquiring. "If you win, that is?" James glanced around, looking for any other bidders that may sprout in the next few seconds. His eyes averted to Dominik and then to Luciana's slave. [i]She is bidding for a second slave?[/i]