Lukin nodded briefly. "Yes, actually." He stepped into the room with her, circling it slowly as he continued to speak. "I've been agonizing for some time over how to motivate you. What best compels you to do the things I need you to do." His green eyes flashed towards her for a moment, then back to the unending path before him. "I tried fear. Anger. The promise of freedom, the threat of suffering. All perfectly suitable methods of instruction for others, but you are unusually... Unmoved, by those kinds of things. You say, repeatedly, that what drives you forward is the desire to please me." He stopped his pacing, and turned to face her fully, letting the silence grow. "Did you mean that? Is there a limit to what you would do to please me, or are you certain that you want nothing more?"<br/><br/>Tannow searched the elf for any sign of hesitation, any resistance at all. This matter with Kagan's escape had forced his hand, by #74's account her other half would be highly sympathetic to his plight which would likely increase her sway and power over Number. But now that even the docile, gentle side could fight, and was sworn to his service of her own accord... There was really no reason for him to keep Setrina around at all.