with an impatient growl that sounded more like a groan, he turned around to glare at the boy.<br/><br/>"You have an unpleasant mouth on you, boy..." He said in a voice that seemed to drip either honey, or poison. It was hard to tell which. Why have you brought me here? What do you want with me. I can assure you... torture will get you nowhere."<br/><br/>Even as he said it, he wondered what on earth they would possibly want to know from him that would be worth torturing it out of him. The answer was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite reach it.