The girl was now staring off in the other direction, apparently trying to ignore Jyotika, and probably grateful she hadn't caught the woman's attention.
Cali had no intentions of trying to get away from a buyer, however. He scooted closer, reaching down to hold the cuff around his left ankle. The chain rattled as he moved, but like always, he ignored it. "Think? I AM better than the others here." He had quite the ego, strange for a slave, but he'd grown up treated well and spoiled with praise. "I'm smarter, I'm prettier, I'm more obedient." Cali smirked proudly at that statement. He'd never had to be whipped or punished, the only marks on him were the tattoo on his cheek, and the piercings in his long ears.
He straightened up, letting Jyotika get a good look at his upper body, completely unmarked by whip, lash, or chain. He liked the look of this woman very much, and really wanted her to buy him. Far better than some fat rich man, like his last master. "I can even read and write. My first master taught me." That wasn't entirely true, his mother had taught him, being freeborn. She'd hoped for him to escape and live free, but as she realized how much Cali hadn't cared about getting his freedom, they'd grown apart. He never mentioned her, and it sounded much better to just say his first master had taught him.
He tilted his head to one side, smiling up at her coyly, and spoke in a slightly lower tone. "So...don't you want me?" Shamelessly flirting with her, he was. As far as he was concerned, it couldn't hurt, and should certainly help.