Fatal mistake indeed. Ocelot spotted him quickly, and a wide grin crossed his face. He circled around the edge of the room without taking his eyes off of the arrival, his jingling spurs masked by the chatter and music, until he could get behind the man and snake an arm firmly around his shoulders like a presumptuous old friend.

"Hello Flint," he purred, leaning close to his ear. He hadn't cashed in on that auction bid yet... as exciting as the cowboy slave idea was, making Flint anticipate it was sure to make it sweeter.

"Did you bring yourself to me as a gift? You should know you can't give me something I already bought. Unless you want to give me an extra day for my birthday..."