The moment Max ceased his pacing, possibly letting his little story sink. It was not a demand per se, but perhaps one of the things he would have wanted Max to do. When he noted he was impressed by that little story, Rimion's eyes merely locked onto Max with anticipation. This game of wait and see was amusing to them both. And Rimion was just wanting to Max to hit him with that pole. To him, that made him the winner of this game.<br/><br/>And then it came! He watched with a smile as Max swiftly took the pole in both hands bringing it over Rimion’s head, proceed crushing it into the man’s throat. “I want to remind you I am the master and you are the slave, and we do things the way I want when I want.” Rimion smiled at as he felt himself getting down on one knee, his right hand letting go of his satchel, it trembling slightly. "Took you long enough... I thought you'd have cracked sooner, even while you tried to stay so composed." He said, chuckling wryly as he tried to face him. He could feel some blood flowing from where Max struck him. "Oh look... I'm bleeding. Very impressive, Master..." He got a taste of pain at last, and that was his end goal. Max was not going to give into his fantasies, or at least unless they appealed to them, that is. "But if that's the way you wanna play it... So then, why don't we stop the silly games and get down to business, hmmm?" Rimion asked, his right hand going up to touch his neck, tasting some of his blood.