The young man vocally scoffed and shook his head at the Lady's words. What might have been either a smile or a sneer turned up the corners of his mouth and he continued to stare at her in near-disbelief for a few moments before wild laughter suddenly began pouring from him violently.<br/><br/>"You think he's<em>using us?</em>" he asked, swinging his hand in her direction idly. "Oh, you<em>would</em>say something like that, wouldn't you?" he went on icily, narrowing his eyes. "You<em>would</em>try your hand at getting the five of us to feel your plight...."<br/><br/>Crossing the room toward her in two large steps he bent down and grabbed her by a thick handful of her long hair. "Well, you see, that just would not work." he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back so that she would be forced to face him directly. "You see, we are nothing like you. And, contrary to what you believe and say, we were given an opportunity. We're not being<em>forced</em>into anything."<br/><br/>He looked her over, then, and took in everything he was never able to before as he had never been permitted this close to her.<em>"The last time I was able to smell her..." </em>he thought, bad memories of the day he was imprisoned flooding his mind and making his eyes look far away once again.