Arturian smirked. "Lord Arturian... I like the sound of that..." As she looked him in the eyes, he felt as though she deserved an explanation, however he was hesitant. When he finally answered, he had a look of determination she hadn't seen in him thus far. "It's simple really... I want to rule the realm, and I need someone to be on my side no matter what happens. Unfortunately the ones who would be loyal to my cause are all corrupted by power. Someone meant to be a slave has no such notion. sure, you wish to be powerful, to be free, but you don't do so simply to rule. You do so to destroy your own shackles of slavery. So I free the slave, and awaken the servant. If you fail, that doesn't make you a failure! It makes you a reality!" He smirked. "So many laws keep Demons, Vampires and Dragons and other such creatures out of politics. It's rather simple. Do away with the law and you won't be a slave, doesn't that sound good?"<br/><br/>When she asked if he was serious, his fangs showed between his lips, "When during the brief time we have known each other was I ever joking?" He asked her.<br/><br/>Arturian laughed. "My dear Kiya, you have put me in a very precarious predicament, haven't you?" He smiled as the paralyzed man tried to call out for help. "I have no intention of leaving you to rot if that's what you are asking. As far as teaching you, I can only say if you do not learn from mistakes, then I cannot promise that nothing bad will befall you. However... taking care of you is another matter entirely. I assume you mean basic needs being met, and if that is the case..."<br/><br/>Arturian walked over to her and slipped his hand around her throat. Making as if to choke her, he put pressure around her throat only for long enough to make her assume he meant harm, then moved his hand to the collar's restraints. Releasing them, the collar fell to the ground, and he picked it up. "Without this, if you run away now, do I need to tell you how long you will live before my fangs go for your jugular?" He smirked.<br/><br/>He watched her next movements carefully as he wanted to see how she reacted to being essentially given the freedom to run away or feast on the poor paralyzed man whom was by now regaining feeling and about to cry out in hysterics.