Cobra Putnam was anything but shy. He was loud and rambunctious, with a hint of ego and a little bit of saltiness. He was a man who stood straight, head high and shoulders down, and confidence that radiated out of every pore in his body. He wasn't afraid to get down and dirty, and he wasn't afraid of anything -- well, maybe the demons under his bed, but most of the time, he was still up and running. Today, though, he had found himself on Xenedria, in the home of the slaves who were available to be purchased, and he walked through the pens with idle hands, fingers dancing over the bars. He felt the coolness of the metal against soft, warm skin, and he debated how it would be to be the slave inside the pens. Rabid animals belonged in cages. He didn't necessarily think of people or aliens in cages, but then again, CJ didn't care. It wasn't his body locked behind the cold metal that kept him in a singular space of sweat and filth. He was a free man, willingly going wherever he wanted to go. He was on the browse today, trying to find someone to take home. His home felt so quiet, so empty and lonely, and CJ hated it. He hated the crushing, overwhelming lonliness that seemed to seep into every corner of his home. He needed to get someone there to come home to, to wrap his arms around and see squirm and writhe. While CJ was a master, he was by no mean any sort of classic master in the world. He was a master who liked to have himself hurt, and to have a slave for both pleasure and companionship. He was looking for a specific type of slave, one that would satisfy his own needs, but satisfy his slave's needs, as well. So far, everyone he had looked at seemed uninteresting and too passive. He wanted someone of a challenge, someone that would push him as a master, but he'd be able to push as a slave. He needed someone that would be able to turn the tables on him, all the while being able to keep the tables turned in the right direction. He needed, above all else, someone who'd fit with him, would fit his lifestyle and who would push CJ to grow as not only a person, but as a master, as well. He had slowed as he passed a cell that held a dark haired, tattooed man, one who seemed angry and spiteful at his situation. CJ leaned close to the cell and peered inside, curious as fuck because, let's be real, it was CJ. He tilted his head before he spoke, debating what he wanted to say to the older man who looked so very, very angry, "Don't look so angry. Nobody's going to want your ass if you're that angry," he added on the offhand, a smirk tilting at the corners of his mouth to raise the apples of his cheeks and brighten his already dark eyes. He waited for a response from this man, hoping something came out of it. CJ was truly interested in him, that was for sure. It'd be a disappointment if he was boring or not interesting enough for CJ to just pass by.