There was a time where someone bumping him after the shitty afternoon he'd have would've resulted in a snarl, but the hellhound shut his eyes. 'Temper, temper.' It was like Lucien's voice was programmed into his head now, along with Kaden's 'Do not even give him the satisfaction of being allowed to punish you.' So instead, Vitaly merely glowered, his stare going almost straight through the human. ".... I am bigger than you, mind area around you, twig."

Brendan glowered right back at the other slave, the annoyance radiating off him. It was bad enough having to deal with masters, but he rarely had much patience for his fellow slaves either. Probably not the smartest thing to not try and be friendly with people in the same situation. "I'd argue that means that you should be the one watching out then."

Elio hummed softly and nodded. That wasn't an uncommon combination, though it told him that Brendan clearly had been adopted given vampires' inability to reproduce naturally. "It must've been an interesting experience growing up like that," he commented. "Living as a human among so many non-humans."

"That's one way to put it, yeah." Brendan had moments growing up where he'd felt pretty damn inferior to everyone else in his family, being the only human, but those had been few and far between. "Guess it makes all of this a little easier to adjust to." At least being around supernatural creatures -- not so much the sex slave part, of course.

Raphael nodded, submitting the order to the kitchen through the app on his phone. Best idea the castle came up with, honestly, second to the slaves. "It's done. Should be here in about 20." He lifted his head out of his phone and raised a brow at Brendan. "What are you pouting about?"

The human gave a small nod and offered Raphael a faint smile. "Sounds good. What do you want to do for that twenty minutes?" Then he paused and blinked at the ghoul for a second before he raised an eyebrow and snorted. "What makes you think I'm pouting?"

"Good." Henri liked it when things went his way easily. He gestured with a nod for Brendan to follow him, the ahool briefly stopping at the guard station to share his rental request, then continued on up the stairs. He was content to walk through the castle in silence, sure to stay at least one or two steps ahead of the slave to remain in the lead until they inevitably reached his suite. He gestured for Brendan to go on in first and then closed the door behind them. "Do you need anything before we begin?" he asked, already unbuttoning his dress shirt. He'd made his expectations clear what would be happening.

The silence as they walked wasn't exactly all that comfortable for Brendan, but it was better than the small talk some of the other masters tried. The slave walked through the door once they'd reached Henri's suite, glancing around and taking everything in for a few seconds before his attention returned to the ahool as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "You really don't waste any time getting things going." Though Brendan didn't exactly mind that. "And, no, I'm good for now." He didn't wait for Henri to tell him to strip, familiar enough with how things went around the castle that he started to tug off the Undercroft clothing.

Brendan hesitated for just a second, restlessly tapping his fingers against his leg as he considered Henri. The human was wary about agreeing to do anything with masters that he didn't know, but it seemed like a good sign the guy wouldn't rent him unless he was interested. That was better than the masters who just sent in rentals and dragged him upstairs without any warning. After a beat, he nodded. "I'm interested. Anything's better than being stuck down here all night."

It was almost too good, the chances that he'd pick from the lot someone with a spine. With some backbone to give him attitude, so many others were so limp that it sucked the fun out of everything. He could feel the heavy thumping of blood under his grasp, the human couldn't hide his own bodies reactions from him. The ghoul was trying very hard to retain his control and composure, he would get in much trouble if he devoured the human right on the spot. Though he had worked hard the last three years his control on his hunger still had much room to be worked on. "You don't need to. I'll find out by digging around in that silly little head of yours. Either while you're with me or when you're back under the castle, dreams are my specialty." he giggles, it's manic and shows how easy it would be to lose it entirely. "Better for you if you told me, you wouldn't want me dancing around in that mind of yours. The things I could leave behind just for you~"

The human was very aware of the hand around his neck, though it didn't exactly make him nervous. He took a slow breath and kept his gaze locked with the other man's, eyes narrowed just a little bit. And here he thought that vampires and the like only did rentals for sex and to feed. "So. What. You just want to play some little mind game or something and that's why you sent in a rental request?" Brendan asked, sounding maybe a touch exasperated by the whole thing. The smarter thing to do, probably, was to just tell this Grim guy what he wanted to hear, but Brendan wasn't feeling much like admitting some deep fear to some man he'd only just met.

"What sort of supernatural did you grow up with?" Elio asked curiously. IT wasn't unusual these days for families to be a blend of human and unhuman.

"A lot of different types." Brendan replied with a small shrug, crossing his arms as he answered. His parents hadn't been all that uppity about who they all spent time with and the human had friends of all different species. "Parents were a vampire and a witch. My siblings were mostly witches, honestly, though one was a shapeshifter." He didn't see the point in keeping it to himself from other slaves that his father had been a vampire, seeing no reason to be ashamed of it.

"Of course, I'll have to order it special for you," Raphael said. Whatever his slaves ate and drank were in his fridge and that meant he only had blood wine. "White or red?" he asked because he didn't care to remember Brendan's preferred wine. He had his phone out in his hand ready to put in an order with the kitchen. "What would you like to eat?"

Brendan hadn't at all expected Raphael to remember what he liked to drink, so he wasn't surprised. The human started to wander around the suite a little bit, taking things in as he answered the questions. The suite looked about how he thought it would and he wondered vaguely if Raphael's slaves were hanging around. "Red. And I could go for a burger with fries right about now." He turned then to look at Raphael, his arms crossed.

Hunter's dark eyes focused on Brendan's pretty features as he watched the human drink, enjoying the obedience. "Good boy," he purred. "You can do as you're told, that's refreshing," the vampire chuckled, moving the bottle away from Brendan's lips before finishing it off himself and pulling away from the slave. He gestured for him to follow him through into the lounge, tossing the beer bottle in the trash can. Sitting down on the sofa, Hunter's gaze swept over the slave, admiring him for just a moment, but mostly thinking about all the ways he could ruin that lovely, clean appearance. "Clothes off and c'mere," he instructed, patting his lap.

The human couldn't help but make a face at Hunter at the praise, even if a small part of him definitely responded to it. Brendan wiped his mouth once the master pulled away and took the beer back, the slave watching him quietly for a second. "Do people not usually listen to you?" It wouldn't surprise him, considering some of the other slaves seemed to have even less survival instincts than he did. Brendan followed the older man into the lounge and crossed his arms once he stood in front of him, waiting. He suspected he already knew what Hunter wanted, but he'd make him say it anyway. There was a hesitation for a second at the order, but then the human stripped slowly. He tossed his clothes aside and made his way toward Hunter, straddling the vampire's lap with one arm over his shoulder.

"Course you haven't. There's only one of me." He said, watchign the boy with a touch of dark interest. Humans always had the best fear, they're so weak in nature that carries into every anxiety they ever have. He wondered what this boy feared, what would he find in his dreams? He could feel his discomfort as he walked, stalked him, that only fueled his desire to make it worse for him. "Mouthy, good, the mouthy ones are the loudest." He chuckled, he came up to him then got in close to wrap his hand around his neck. "Tell me, what do you fear the most?"

And there it was, that vampire arrogance that Brendan had gotten used to, even before becoming a slave. His father hadn't possessed that particular quality, as far as the human had been able to see, but many of the vampires did. It seemed to come with power and age. Brendan stiffened further as Grim continued to walk around him, crossing his arms over his chest. Just his luck that he'd gotten a master who seemed to enjoy mind games. He silenced a growl with some difficulty as Grim's hand wrapped around his neck, narrowing his eyes at him. "And why, exactly, would I just tell you that? Do most slaves?"

"Good idea." He said nodding for the younger man to follow him. "Sorry to hear about your family. Glad you made it out alive all things considered. Hopefully the rest of your siblings fared something similar." Cairo said more out of obligation than any genuine care. "How are you adjusting to things?" He asked as they moved through the halls.

"Thanks. I hope that they got out okay too." Brendan's voice sounded a little dull as he agreed with Cairo, the subject something he clearly didn't want to think about too much. He'd worried himself sick about it for months after he'd been dragged away to the first castle, but Brendan had come to accept, reluctantly, that he'd probably never really know. It wasn't as though any of the masters were going to track down that information for him. "I'm doing alright. Krovs is a hell of a lot fancier than the last place they had me at." He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked along beside Cairo, glancing around them. "How have you been?"

Brendan shot a venomous look over his shoulder at the guard, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying something that could potentially land him into trouble. Which was better than the human had been doing before, learning to pick his battles by this point. He went a little stiff at first when the master pulled him in closer, turning to look at him, very aware of just how little the vampire was really wearing. "Glad that I meet your approval." There was a touch of sarcasm there and Brendan couldn't help but wrinkle his nose as the bottle was pressed to his lips. Beer wasn't his go to choice when it came to alcohol, but he opened his mouth after a few seconds to drink as instructed.