Gene doesn't say anything. Tony can't tell if he's overwhelmed, or upset, or just used to the rigmarole of changing masters. He's very difficult to read. But it shouldn't matter to him what Gene is feeling, right?
Tony smiles and clears his throat, feeling weirdly awkward about this whole thing.
Well. Nothing for it but to forge ahead. Tony picks up the bracelet. "GPS bracelet monitor." He toys with the gadget, running his fingers over its clean lines. It's an unobtrusive, almost elegant little device; a nice piece of work, considering its purpose. "There's no range limit. The GPS data is recorded, but I won't look at it unless I need to. It's just... insurance. Standard practice." He shrugs.
GPS technology had made tracking devices de rigueur for high-end slaves, so it's not like Tony's being unusually paranoid or overbearing. If anything, it's proof that Tony considers Temugin a valuable investment and intends to treat him accordingly. For some reason, that justification doesn't stop him from feeling a little bit uncomfortable.
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Tony smiles and clears his throat, feeling weirdly awkward about this whole thing.
Well. Nothing for it but to forge ahead. Tony picks up the bracelet. "GPS bracelet monitor." He toys with the gadget, running his fingers over its clean lines. It's an unobtrusive, almost elegant little device; a nice piece of work, considering its purpose. "There's no range limit. The GPS data is recorded, but I won't look at it unless I need to. It's just... insurance. Standard practice." He shrugs.
GPS technology had made tracking devices de rigueur for high-end slaves, so it's not like Tony's being unusually paranoid or overbearing. If anything, it's proof that Tony considers Temugin a valuable investment and intends to treat him accordingly. For some reason, that justification doesn't stop him from feeling a little bit uncomfortable.