(coolio! :] )<br/><br/>It does not go unnoticed by Lancier that the girl he's grasped doesn't believe him, and wants to punch him hard. 'why don't people like good monologues any more? It makes things way more dramatic!' he mentally laments, cursing the humans for not having a good love of drama. He tilts his head as she snarls at him, he laughs in amusement. “now, now.. I wouldn't lose your temper so soon, little friend.. otherwise my good mood could fade away.” his expression suddenly goes strangely blank and he squeezes her wrist a little before whispering. “and we wouldn't want that, would we? Unless..” he chuckles and gazes at her as though she's a small child, or an idiot.  “.. you don't know what I am? How sad, in the march of progress and technology you humans have forgotten the things you onced feared, you ether claim we are fairy tales.. or have forgotten our existence conveniently, because you feel oh so safe in your relentless advancement.” he shakes his head, part in disgust and part in pity. “I will at least educate you about my kind, and the things your forbears once feared..” he smirks at her reaction to the brand. “aww, does it hurt?” he asks in mock concern.<br/><br/>He turns his gaze to his mark, his brand on her hand. Now it has being fully formed, and the pact has being made. The brand consists of a pentagram made out of thorns, in the centre is a snake shaped in the 'S' shape. All around the S are strange markings that if one looks closely and squints, can be seen as a strange form of writing that no human has ever seen before. Lancier smiles, all to happy to gloat. “this mark cannot be removed, it cannot be cut or scratched off.. if you chop your hand off the mark will settle somewhere else upon your body, be thankful I chose your hand instead of a more inappropriate place like many of my kind would.” he pulls down his shirt a little, revealing that he has the same mark on his collar bone. “you and I are bonded now, by blood and magic. You are mine to do as I see fit.. picture an owner walking a dog on the leash, I am the owner.. you are the dog and this..” he taps the mark on him with his free hand. “is the leash, you will only get as far away from me as I allow it.”<br/><br/>her gaze doesn't scare him, in fact it entertains him. He needs someone strong to be his servant, and he has obtained it.. though she may be a little more then what he bargained for, he is not one to complain. He listens to her mellowly, not feeling the slightest bit annoyed at her tone of voice. If he had the misfortune to be a lowly human, he'd act the same as her in a heartbeat. “you've contradicted yourself.” he points out slowly. “you claim not to be my little friend and yet you call me pal, are you aware of your error?” he looks thoughtful and nods. “maybe cute is not the right word.” he coincides. “handsome, yes.. that is a much stronger adjective, my apologises for insulting you by calling you cute.” he says smoothly. He laughs sharply. “you are acting foolish at the moment, but I suppose anyone will when backed into a corner.” he smirks. “you'll make sure I regret it? Oohh, scary..” he says mockingly. “as frightening as that threat is, I have no intention of letting you go.”<br/><br/>his smile widens into an almost hungry grin, his pupils become slightly slitted. “do your worst now, if you feel you must. Go on, I dare you! Do your very worst, fight for your freedom.. it means nothing to me, since you cannot hope to beat me.. so please try, the sooner you resign yourself the better!”<br/><br/>he watches her now, awaiting her move with total patience and serenity on his face. He feels a slight breaze blow the white strands of his long hair, and listens to her breathing. His focus is on her and her alone, his total attention is cast upon her. He knows she will never escape him, now the mark is complete. But he still will not let go of his wrist, not yet. He wants her to understand and totally submit, but more importantly he wants to stare into her captivating eyes. They are the eyes of someone who has suffered, they are the eyes of an equal.