Eugene stood his ground as the girl walked by, his eyes following her until she gave him a look of hate and disgust.. Or so he translated it as. He observed her every move regardless, trying to read her mind but what got to him was her response and the lack of fear the typical human would have. The lycan stared, registering her compliance to one meaning; he wasn't her first. It made a few things more easy, and a few things more difficult for him to do. He knew he had to be careful with her. "Call me Eugene, not master. Now.. Shall we get you washed up? You smell like..." He trailed off, trying to not find a word to describe the sweat and the salty smell she had that would say she was struggling around here. It must've been awkward for the both of them, the fact he wasn't being some 'pounce on her and get done with using her body' person and the fact she wasn't the 'trembling asking questions' person. Eventually, someone had to break the ice, and Eugene volunteered for that role.
With an *ahem* and a few steps forward Eugene attempted to take Chick by the hand, trying to pull her by his side as he walked towards the bedroom where the bathroom was located inside. His eyes were forward most of the time, but on a few occasions they glanced down at the girl showing a look of hunger, curiosity, confusion, and amazement in them. My god trying to act like that drunk monster has turned me into one. The thought flew around longer than it should have, before he knew it he was in the bedroom and he hadn't moved a step for a couple good seconds. "So Chieka.. You're one of the lucky ones to be returned instead of killed? You must have had a soft owner."