He may give off the sense of dominance and evil but he was only partily dominant. Enough to go after what he wanted at times. Enough to stand up to his brother when it was needed to do so. He looked at her. His full name was not good to disclose. His brother would have a cow and be pissed at him if he ever told his true name. He wouldn't hit him but his brother found ways of making his brother realize that telling his true name was not to be told...without harming him. He looks at her and smiles. "I love your name. It is beautiful. Like you." he says softly. "He has his very rare moments of nice times." he says. He refered to Faust as he not brother because he didn't wish to be compared to Faust. Though eventually the other slaves in the okiya would tell him they were nothing like each other. The brothers. He wasn't even a bit evil. His blood line was the only thing that could be considered evil about him. He didn't make any moves as he didn't wish her to run. He was taller than her but that was about it. He was actually a foot and a half shorter than Faust. Nodding his head. "Okay." He says. He didn't get to say anything else. He jumped back himself. Before she hit her head hard against the wall she would hit an invisible pillow of air like a cloud. Hit it hard but not hurt herself. His brother would know what he had done but he didn't care. He always made silent efforts to protect those that interested him. Even the others to a slight extent. She very much interested him. He looked at Faust. "It wasn't her fault. I sought her out not the other way around." He says. Knowing that would defuse his brother's anger just slightly. He didn't move to help her up but he did hope she was okay. The look in his eyes was sadness.