"Anna" He grinned, savoring the taste of the word on his lips. She stepped forward. "I am known by my kin as Meiranis, but if you call me that, it best have 'Master' in front of it." He smirked. "I could keep you in there, but why have the only human I'll have for the year go ill and die? A waste, to say the least. You won't be harmed if you play nice, and that means no running off or trying to kill me." He took hold of her arm, withdrawing when he felt the wetness of blood on his hand, then took her other arm and pulled her back to the bedroom.<br/><br/>"This is where you will be staying. I made sure you wouldn't be too uncomfortable. Isn't that thoughtful of me?" He gave her a toothy grin and walked over to her bag on the bed, some contents strewn over the blanket. He picked up the knife, then dug through the bag to see if there were any other things she could use against him. He took the quiver of arrows as well, and turned to face her again. "Just making sure you won't poke yourself."