"Oh, not at all," the beast answered absently, giving him another roll for good measure and sounding completely unamused with his new toy. At the additional comment, he just sighed. "I let you live. I said nothing about letting you go or otherwise. I simply asked if you wanted me to kill them or to kill you. You said them, I killed them. That was the end of our discussion." The logic was there to support it, having agreed to nothing which was a perfectly sound way of thinking for the dragon. He never promised the little soft thing a word, and he didn't intend to. Why, what sort of great terror would he be if he went around making deals with such lesser creatures? He had a reputation to uphold, you know.<br/><br/>The head tilted and went silent, leaving the omious fact in the air that he didn't have to let the human live if he didn't wan to. Finally, breaking the growing tension that writhed in the black, the dragon ventured to ask "Is there anything that you can do?"  One claw came to gently rock the pole back and forth, swaying the man atop it. "Humans can do so many things," he continued, knowing this only by the whispers in the back of his head. "Perhaps something to entertain me. That is, now, as far as your purpose goes. You are mine and I wish to be entertained." Again came the beast logic. Jawn had been given to him as an offering, one he had taken regardless of what he had done to the others, and the little thing was his like any other treasure he'd taken.<br/><br/>There came a slight shifting of the claw on the pole, then woosh of air  so sudden that it took the ropes a few seconds to realize they'd been cut and to fall away. The glowing eyes rose higher, head tilting as he watched intently and went still and silent. The only sound was the huffing wave of massive breaths, their warm and acidic odor scenting the otherwise crisp air of the lightless cave.