David was actually a bit surprised to see the slave stand. Even if it had been almost two hours since he must have been drugged, the rest of the slaves still seemed pretty out of it. That had to mean something, perhaps he had done this a lot? The blonde knew that some slaves came to the auction often and never got sold but... Well, he didn't like to think about it. Sometimes he wished he hadn't been born to such a rich family, hadn't had to live through the divorce of his mum and dad, and then he saw this and felt like what was possibly the most selfish person in the whole entire universe. He had all of this money, this huge house, many people who wanted to be him- and he was still complaining about it all.
Sara clapping her hands brought the current situation back to the front of his mind, and he followed suit with a quick clap of his own and the flash of a smile, glad to see the 'slave' up and standing fairly steadily. He hated how his mental self had to continue calling him slave though, and made a note to ask his name as soon as he could. "Sara, when we get back to the mansion.. I'll take care of him." He gave a brisk nod, though his cheeks were flushed pink in embarrassment. He never took this sort of interest in a slave, he was usually detached, not wanting to get too close to them in case they relapsed.
"Come on then, the car should be waiting out front. If you feel faint you can lean on Sara or I."