He never trusted a smile he hadn’t trained into existence.
And with good reason, at least from his point of view. The part of his ear missing, the scar across his stomach, the fact his left foot was made of wood, all of them came from girls who pretended to be broken and he’d let off the leash too early.
But that was part of the job, you didn’t train slaves and not expect some of them to fight back. Pain, that was just something you dealt with.
But the pain of having to sell Her he had trouble with.