John arched his brow a bit, unable to stop himself from being a little interested. Another doctor, then. He didn't comment on how bad his lot was, being sold to slavery as a thank you for his service. It was what it was.

He did listen to her, slave or not, because she wasn't like the other slave owners that had been by. They had looked at him like he was just property, and most had turned his noses up. They were interested in younger, more attractive slaves. Not that John wasn't good-looking in an unassuming sort of way, but he was, again, damaged. Wounded. Joan didn't seem like that. Either that, or she was a really good liar. It really wasn't his choice, whether or not he wanted her to buy him, she could... but he could think of quite a few other scenarios that could be much worse. Having her buy him didn't really seem so bad.

John finally nodded, his expression not quite as hard and cool was it was before. It would take some time for him to really open up to her, of course, but this wasn't a bad start.