“So much anger.” Rizarn mused, more to himself, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, as if to steady himself. “I think that you do not know much about your own species. Pain, humiliation, it fuels nothing but your innate need to submit. You always kneel. Every. Single. One.” he replied, mimicking Adriel's tone. “It's just the speed at which you hit the ground, and the encouragement needed to get you there. We all break at some point, to think otherwise is the mindset of a foolish, foolish child.” the demon sneered, keeping the gaze, his eyes flashing red as he spoke.<br/><br/>There it was, the faint scent of fear, and a slight grin appeared as he weaved his fingers through the air, as if playing with the breeze, disturbing the currents of emotion the male was putting off. However, a second later, it was gone, suddenly, completely, and he frowned, narrowing his eyes and looking at Adriel suspiciously. That was odd, most humans weren't able to control their feelings so well, and it bothered the demon that the male was able to so quickly eliminate his feelings of fear and return to his base of anger.<br/><br/>The finger he was using to trace the tattoos stopped, instead he began pressing against the male's skin, digging into the joint between his shoulder and chest, pushing the human slightly backwards. “Oh, I love to be surprised, feel free to scream whatever name suits your fancy.” he replied, his other hand reaching up to tangle into Adriel's hair, yanking his head to the side. “I didn't ask if they weren't meant to protect you, I asked, what do they do?” His voice was surprisingly mild for such harsh actions, but suddenly he yanked both hands away, staring at Adriel. He had felt the sudden cooling of his skin as the magic rose to the surface, and he knew the man must be doing something, but he was unsure of what.<br/><br/>However, a moment later he felt it, the sudden absence of the other emotions in the room, like a candle going out, the fear gone, the faint wisps of anger, hatred, loathing, self-pity. Confusion, followed by interest danced across his face as he turned, looking around the room at the other prisoners. “So that's what you can do.” he murmured, walking away from Adriel and going to a nearby cell, unlocking it and entering the cage, leaning down to lift up a prisoner, checking them quickly before tossing the body to the side, kneeling to check another. “Fascinating. And you didn't need the markings at all.” he said, his voice soft, wondering.<br/><br/>“How intriguing.” he murmured, returning to Adriel, delight dancing across his face, like a child with a toy, discovering all the new, fun things it could do. When he took in the human's depleted state though, the excitement faded, and he shook his head, the disappointment evident. “But useless if you kill yourself in the process. Is that what the markings are for? To control the flow? Or to replenish yourself? You must tell me.” he said, lifting Adriel's chin and looking him in the eyes curiously, but then seemed to lose interest a moment later, releasing him. “You are not a wolf.” he said dismissively. “But you do have the potential to be so much more than you are.” he admitted, then looked up as he heard an alarm suddenly start blaring.<br/><br/>Running footsteps could be heard, and Rizarn stepped to the door as another figure darted in, speaking in low, urgent tones. The demon cocked his head curiously, then looked out into the hallway, and let out a soft whistle, turning back to look at Adriel. “What did you do? Do you even know?” he asked, moving quickly over to Adriel and suddenly releasing him, stepping back to allow the other to collapse onto the ground, not even attempting to catch him or lower him gently. “Go on. Fix yourself.” he ordered coldly.