â€œIt embarrasses you indeed! Good!â€ he chuckled, â€œThen youâ€™re going to love walking home like it! Itâ€™s only two miles, a pleasant distance, goes by like a dream if you keep a nice, brisk pace!â€<br/>Naeth wasnâ€™t a particularly cruel man by design, he came from a background where a little suffering was a well enjoyed sport and he was as much a victim to his culture as any other demon. This exercise would be mostly to break her in, you had to start off harsh, let them know that you werenâ€™t going to play nice, that there was no soft spot to be toyed with. Furthermore shadow-mancy, his favoured brand of magic and the art heâ€™d soon put her to, required a total lack of pride and awkwardness, emotions were a vicious trap when it came to powerful casting and the sooner he could break her out of those pesky knee-jerk reactions the better.<br/><br/>â€¦But that silence had him rattled, he had to confess, it rung like a bell, â€œIf she canâ€™t use those pretty lips of hers shop keep, Iâ€™ll be asking for a full refund. I donâ€™t buy damaged goodsâ€¦ Speak girl!â€