Isoth's reptilian eyes watched as the small aquatic creatures swam seemingly aimless within the glass confines of the tank. Green and red plants swayed in lazy arcs to and fro thanks to a gentle, yet steady, current. With his back turned to the woman, Isoth was, conceivably, leaving himself open to any possible hostile repercussion. She hadn't been frisked for a weapon, after all, and it was conceivable that she had ill intent towards her captor; her compatriots certainly had. Yet, Isoth found nothing to fear from the smaller mammalian female even if she had been armed. Humans, up to this point, had not been able to stand firm in such close quarters with the Inarras.<br/><br/>"What you wanted and what your people wanted are not my concern," Isoth responded, turning around to face the woman once more. His smooth snowy scales catching the minute rays of light and refracting it into a multitude of colors. "I'm only interested in what little you hoped to achieve my slaying my negotiators." Moreover, the debacle had been recorded for the female representative's dozens of systems away and, as such, reflected poorly upon Isoth's record. Not, necessarily, that violence had been shed in their presence but, rather, that Isoth had allowed such a transgression at all. Not that assassination attempts were even conceptual to the Inarras' mind.<br/><br/>Isoth's head tilted once more when the woman asked a question of her own. "You know our language, woman." He responded before crossing the space between them in a handful of steady steps. His chilly gaze never once breaking from her own. "Yet, you do not know what is to become of you?" His tone was a mix of amusement and disbelief as a result. "Your freedom is forfeit. You belong to me now to use as I see fit. Whenever I desire. I believe your kind calls it...slavery?"