“They’re all trained to your standards?” Zargal asked, stepping forward to take the chin of a man with one milky eye. Zargal hesitated to touch him, but he wore thick leather gloves, enough to protect him from any contamination. The man kept his gaze down, his shoulders hunched, making himself small as possible. He was nude, of course, as were the rest. They were all pathetic specimens, but with his budget, Zargal couldn’t ask for more.
“I don’t sell them if they aren’t,” Vagis grumbled.
“It’s a dirty job, isn’t it?” Zargal asked, flicking the shrunken penis of another mutt. His only reaction was a brief flutter of his eyelids. Zargal turned to face Vagis. “Working with mongrels all day?”
“Someone has to do it.”
Only a few pages into “May the Blood Run Pure” and I already hate these fucking characters. XD They are terrible, and I feel bad for pretty much everyone else.