The man does have a point, there's a reason he keeps getting sold, but on the flip side of that, there's also a reason he keeps succeeding in escape. He's no one noteworthy, but he has a decently colorful history when it comes to fighting. It's all he's ever known really, so this isn't just him at his best. There's just no other way for him to be.

Fae isn't expecting him to just own up like that. He basically told him Yeah, you'll probably beat me, so what? The response earns a huff of amusement, one that cuts off into a grunt when he's back on the floor.

"Hey hey, don't underestimate me just because I've gotten myself into a shitty situation. I mean, I know it looks bad with the blood on my face and all, but give me some credit, I broke a few things on them, too." He lifts one shoulder in a shrug, head tipping to the side with a tight grin. "I probably couldn't function right if I ever found myself not pissed off for half a second."

He feels fingers hook into his pants, warm skin brushing against sharp hips and muscled thighs as they're pulled down. Fae doesn't really seem to care, as he's still talking. "A shop keep." He snorts, shoulders bunching as he chuckles. "That's pretty lame." He raises his hips a bit as his gaze falls to the other man, quirking a brow. "Not as glamorous a job as sucking cock, I guess?"

Fae's always run with the wrong people, so it's no wonder his life is just a string of hopping one shithole to the next. He wonders how a simple person like this wound up in such a life. It's no mystery why someone would covet him, as Fae has no issues admitting he's obviously attractive - but was this a choice?