Honestly, he usually didn't bother with a rustblood like this. But she had been one of the few that had been free. Without anything else to do, he had agreed on getting her brought to him. He made over the credits and settled in for a wait, leg crossed over a knee and chin supported by his knuckles.
The stub of his tongue moved slightly behind sharp teeth and he swallowed, the threads in his mouth still smarting, even though the holes where long healed. It was not often that he kept his mouth shut, still able to remove them easily to use his mouth if so desired, but sometimes he did it for the unsettling effect it caused.
Kurloz found himself smirking and didn't do anything to hide the expression, even not when he heard the distant sound of footsteps. It looked like the slave had arrived.
