He felt the warmth of the robe over his bare shoulders and shivered a bit. Tensing at the light shock as the collar came off. Yeah it was gonna shock. They thought they could control him through shock treatment. How wrong they were to think that. He rubbed his wrists and ankles as soon as they were free. He looked at her. Yeah he was defiant to bathe. He didn't need no help washing his own damn body. Whenever the she trader came on she let him bathe under careful watch. Other than that he wouldn't get a bath. Hence why his hair was matted and filthy yet he didn't stink. He took the vial and drank it. He was still rapidly shaking from the rush of his mana. What the hell was this sudden rush of power and energy?!<br/><br/>He looked at her. "I'll walk behind you." He smirked a bit. "I ain't gonna pretend to be something I'm not. I won't run though." He said. "I ain't afraid of them striking me." He thought for a moment. "For you I'll pretend sassy agreeance." He said. He smirked at her like he had any other person trying to take him. "I'll pledge loyalty to a firey lady like yourself but I kneel to no man or woman." He said. Bowing at the waist. "However, for a lady such as yourself I'm sure I can manage mild obedience." He was doing his flattery act well. He smirked still so the men didn't see it as an act. They saw him just being himself while showing mild obedience. He looked up at her as she held a fistful of his hair.<br/><br/>"Ready whenever you are." He said. House of Lyons...why did that ring a tiny tiny bell at the back of his mind? He didn't know. Maybe he had heard it before? He merely looked at her with a firey defience. Yet at the same time showed mild obedience. One of the men going its just because she is gorgeous that he is even showing that much obedience.