His fingers tightened around Phos' throat. The bar was loud and there was a new distraction at the bar in the form of bound woman. A slave no doubt - he'd made enough of them. He wondered briefly if he'd captured this one, but she didn't look familiar. Sokar quickly leaned down to Phos, "Come come now, don' be all fussy!" He lashed out with the other hand to pin one of her wrists to the counter. "It be quite a bit misleadin' t' want to be a slave and then be upset when ya actually treated like one." His voice dropped to a hiss only the half-elf would hear.<br/><br/>"Either ya stop kickin at me and ya get treated ratha well: Ya get food, lodgin, fuckin, pettin... - or I choke ya cold, take ya out back, an slit ya when I be done." His golden eyes widened as they locked with hers and his tongue slid around one of his tusks, letting her know he'd be perfectly happy either way, and almost seemed more inclined to the latter, deadlier choice.<br/><br/>"Wat it gonna be?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>