For a moment Isaria seriously considered snapped the necks of the thuggish guards but she held back, knowing it wouldn't be wise to bait the elders although she had no real fear of them. One wrong move and her fledgling would be history. Not that she cared, of course. But he deserved a chance just the same as everyone else.<br/><br/>“I forget how young you are, Caro,” Isaria murmured, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt. It was true. While he may have been a man in human standards he was by no means mature. For a moment she felt sorry for him. Plucked from his own world and life and dropped, unceremoniously, into hers. He would learn, of course. They all did. And if they didn’t Isaria simply dispatched them to the afterlife. It might sound cruel but it was the way things were, the way she had conducted her ‘’affairs’’ for a long time and most of the time it went well. They learned to obey and, eventually, to enjoy the new lifestyle.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes for a moment she sighed and when she opened them again her eyes were soft and sad. Gently she caught his hand and lifted it away from the buttons on his shirt. “I’m sorry. I could have been gentler with you. But by the angel, you are naïve.” She chuckled quietly and released his hand giving him a nod and a faint smirk. “Those guys…you don’t need to worry about them so long as you don’t try to run off by yourself again. It might seemed cruel but you get it know, right?”<br/><br/>Wrapping the end of the crimson tie around her fingers she pulled it free of his shirt and sat back on her beg, crossing one leg over the other and skimming the soft material through her fingers with a curious smile. “Please. Continue. I am intrigued.”