So that was how it was. If he was a good boy, he could keep the room. And if not, he would be in the cold cage in the basement. Apparently,  that was fair enough. Rimion has slept in the some of the unsettling circumstances... In a cage, covered in his own blood. In the stables. On the train. In a bear cave, after making it so the bear could not even find you. As a result, Rimion was perfectly comfortable in any and all sleeping arrangements. Heck, he would have gladly slept outside, and while he did like the room, he was driven by the idea of pushing Max's buttons, as they talked about.<br/><br/>As Max ordered him to fix him something to eat, he assumed now was his chance to show how defiant he was. "And my punishment if I refuse?" Rimion asked, letting his defiant smirk be shown to Max. "I don't mind cooking, but as you know... I am determined to make your blood boil. I actually wondered about it as I walked here... I imagined your face would turn angry red, and you would douse me in salt water which while it hurts so much... I never thought I would find it a total turn-on! I didn't have much time to remember... But I know I would, for that very moment... Love every little thing you did. I'm happy you're a sadist... It actually makes me want to defy you. You know that, do you?"