Heber himself is dressed in simple outfit, but it does nothing to diminish the sheer presence he has in a room, even when his attention isn't on someone. And when he does turn after a moment, gaze resting on Devero...
His thin smile may be hidden, but Devero may very much feel like a mouse exposed to a hawk as he begins to approach.
"For the moment? Remain where you are." Those feet come to a halt before him - then move slowly as Heber looks him over, studying his form, his features, even reaching to trace a hand along his muscled shoulders. Hn.
"Lady Valdana had so much to say about you, when you were given as a gift - it made me almost wonder why she gave you up in the first place." A pause, just to make sure Devero doesn't respond without being directly prompted, and then- the prompt. "Do you have any idea, slave?"
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His thin smile may be hidden, but Devero may very much feel like a mouse exposed to a hawk as he begins to approach.
"For the moment? Remain where you are." Those feet come to a halt before him - then move slowly as Heber looks him over, studying his form, his features, even reaching to trace a hand along his muscled shoulders. Hn.
"Lady Valdana had so much to say about you, when you were given as a gift - it made me almost wonder why she gave you up in the first place." A pause, just to make sure Devero doesn't respond without being directly prompted, and then- the prompt. "Do you have any idea, slave?"