The man's smile widened, at the lack of trying to attack him. So far, she'd made a good impression. He just couldn't help but think there was something off about the girl- but, he was never one to judge, really. Unless it was something that actually deserved to be judged.
Her voice sounded wonderful to his ears, quiet as it may be. He'd have to make her open up more, get louder- So then, he'd be able to hear more of the magical voice.
He took in the bandage on her eye, and frowned. That was no way to treat somebody. Though, then he remembered how people usually treated their slaves. Hurting them, just for their own amusement.
The eye he did see, however, was an amazing shade of blue, opposite of the blaring red his eyes could turn when he was hungry or mad.
He decided to keep it simple, though he could feel the 'salesman's' confused eyes on him. He grinned once again at the girl, "How are you today?" He asked in a somewhat amused tone.
"My name is Aiken. Aiken Melrose."