He'd expected resistance, and excepted the hatred to flare up in her eyes. Even commoners spoke that way, and this girl was used to much more finery than the usual girls he took. Still... The quicker he could quash it, the gladder he'd be. He couldn't abide disobedience, and insisted on being the one to beat, trick and lure it out of her. He'd got fairly competent at it, using a carrot-and-stick model; if she's good, give her a carrot (or a reward, anyway), and if she's bad... Well.<br/><br/>He bought the gloves cracking the other way across the cheek, the speed of them making it burst up into another red mark of pain. Then his left hand caught her chin, pinching either side of her lower jaw between his fingers and thumb, powerfully. He tilted her head back and scowled toward her. "Ground rules: You do -not- speak out of turn. You most certainly never insult or question me. If you try to run, disobey, or trick me you will be punished in the cruelest and most inventive of ways." He loosened up and leaned back to settle into his seat. "Be good, and you will be treated fairly enough." There was so much more to tell her, but a little at a time seemed to work best. No point giving rules to her when she was still just going to break them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>