The more the seller talks, the more the rage in him burns. It sharpens into a white-hot fury and sets him further on edge. It's not like the idea of slavery is something alien him to him -- he'd seen human lives traded for chariots in his lifetime -- but this is personal. This is one of his own, one he will protect with his life. He has to keep the facade up a little bit longer and take his chance when it presents itself.

"The beast is enough. Let him out so I can see him walk. Or at least stand."

The moment the seller turns his back...That's when he'll strike. Let this subhuman filth live for a moment longer before ending his wretched existence with far more efficiency than he deserves.