He shook his head at her answer. "A week? That's just dreadful. Maybe the humans can tolerate their slaves this filthy, but as a Drakkon, I will not stand for this."
He looked at her curiously when she posed her question.
"Until you earn the right to call me by my proper name, Master will do just fine..." He trailed off, pulling out her paperwork to check her name. "...Luna," He said as he looked at her again.
"Ah, we're at my carriage." He said, motioning to the simple, yet elegant carriage before them. Somehow, it managed to project the great wealth of it's owner, without looking completely extravagant. On the driver's platform, another Drakkon was seated, and he waved to the three Drakkon approaching, new slave in tow.
Elaros climbed in first, leading Luna in behind him, and his guards followed. Elaros and Luna would sit on one side of the carriage, while the two guards sat on the other side, facing them. Once they were seated, Elaros would ask a question.
"Tell me, Luna. Have you ever had a master like...me?" He asked, motioning to his draconian visage.