Cuan had waited patiently, if very nervously, while Eric had thought of what to do to him. His nervousness only increased when he was told that things would not end well for him, and he was forced to choose what would happen to him without much information on what one of the choices entailed. He could imagine however, what it might mean and shuddered. After a few long moments of internal debating his choices, he looked up at the window he was being stared at through and spoke.<br/><br/>"I'll be your toy," he said, the wolf's ears flattened against his head submissively.