Solu growls. Hearing his words. He heard...reinforced room. And then shackles and the word bed. Followed by escape. Damn straight he was going to attempt escape. He growls. He didn't like the organization of those rooms. He was NOT staying here. If he was forced to...oh there would be hell to pay. His eyes flamed with icy fire. He growls and quite literally bit right through the stupid guard who dared to get too close to him. This was after princey boy left. He fought and when the guards left not only were the bruised and battered...they looked as if they had been through world war one two and three. Their armor was in shreds and their clothing was strips of fabric. Scratches covered them from head to toe.<br/><br/>Yet in the end...he had been forcefully subdued. He was now trying to chew his arm off. Or it would look like it to the prince who entered. In actuality he was biting the shackles pinning his arms to the wall above his head. And by getting them bloody it would make them slippery. And thus easy to slip out of the shackles. The one on his neck was going to be a whole differant problem. He'd cross that bridge when it arrived though. He was attached to the wall by a long chain. The wrist shackles were too.<br/><br/>He growls and cusses Louis up and down and then back and forth. Making damn sure the older yet younger jerk knew he was being cussed out. Even if he didn't understand his mixture of draconic and fae tongues. He growls and bares his teeth like a dragon. Clearly not interested in him or even desiring to ask questions. He shoots Louis a look that says. You mean me no harm? Well unfortunately for you...my fury says otherwise where your concerned.