"I will show you my mouth watering," he growled out the words, and he spat defiantly at her feet. One final thrash of his body before he admitted a temporary defeat, muscles burning.<br/><br/>He clenched his jaws tightly together, the muscles under chiseled features flexing. She was coming closer, he thought. Teeth grit together as he felt her hand lifting to touch his face. He tried to twist away, but the webs held fast. There was no room to escape. Her skin was smooth, but with it came that shuddering of the air. He felt it at once, permeating the air around them both.<br/><br/>"You will command nothing from me," he hoarsely defied. Yet even as he did, he felt that insidious magic, his eyes having foolishly met her own. He felt lost in them, the hypnotic, infinite depths of those stunning eyes, drawing him inwards. He felt the desire to speak, to tell her everything she wanted to know, bubbling up inside him. A part of his mind knew it was not really him, but was futile in stopping it.<br/><br/>He bit his tongue until he drew blood, wanting to give her nothing. Until, at last, he finally spoke. He would not -- could not-- lie to her, but he would not give the truth she wanted.<br/><br/>"I am Agathon Froseti, and I come under no nation's banner, only my own. I hail from a place of virtue and dignity. Where I knew love... until you took that away from me! I have come to fulfill my vendetta, spider witch. I will not rest until I have redeemed my name, and made right the wrongs you have committed against me."