Altheras took a deep breath, noting the way he spoke to him, so casually, as if it was a perfectly normal statement like a comment on the weather. He knew that tone all too well, it was one that came from confidence. Jace knew his new toy would not question his authority, and he knew that Alth needed to be beneath him, to be owned.<br/><br/>He did as he was told, getting to his feet and eying the items his new 'owner' had pulled out of the mattress. He wondered vaguely if Jace had treated another cellmate similarly to him, and if so, what had become of the man?<br/><br/>He slipped out of his clothes easily, folding them up and laying them on the foot of the bunk, now standing completely naked before Jace. His scars were extensive, but he was not ashamed of them. Yet another thing that he had simply accepted about himself. "If you own me, then I suppose you want to be called master?" There was a very slight hint of something in his eyes, but it was not defiance. The question was sincere.