He had been proclaimed as "The Chosen One" since his first birthday.  Since that time...from what he had been told and from what he could remember when he had gotten a few years older.  His training had been thorough and at times...all-encompassing.  While he had indeed been indulged to a significant extent he had also been subjected to intense training.  A goodly amount of which could be constituted as abuse and what Grand Master Aeonic called "the minimum standard for training and performance".<br/><br/>Dannilov didn't miss Grand Master Aeonic.<br/><br/>Even now...drugged..."chipped" and relatively helpless in a room full of smug assholes, he didn't miss Grand Master Aeonic.  He refused to go back to Castrovel.  That would be...the end for him in some ways and if taken back he'd never get off planet again.  He was quite sure that his family would see to that.<br/><br/>He listened to the man before him...resisting the urge to curl his upper lip in disdain as well as clench his fist and smash the man in his face.<br/><br/>He wasn't altogether certain his body would listen to him even if he tried to hit the man and he wasn't in a rush to test this whole...compliance chip.  Even crippled by this chip...he could fill the entire room with fire.  Even with his limited experience regarding interstellar travel...he knew that no one wanted fire in their ship.  Of course...it would take some time to build up to it, and it would be obvious to his captors that he was up to...something.  They seemed the sort to not take chances and he suspected the attractive, yet violent one would put him out once again.<br/><br/>He was silent for some time...thinking...waiting for the aching haze to clear enough so that he could think more clearly.<br/><br/>If they were taking him back to Castrovel...if they were little more than bounty hunters.  Why not just lock him in a room, put him in stasis or put him in a box and just take him there?  Why all...this?  Why the need for a chip?<br/><br/>He wasn't worried about dignity.  Certainly not in front of these...common sort.  He could be paraded naked in front of them and he suspected all if would do is earn him a few unwanted admirers.<br/><br/>What he was indeed worried about was what the intentions were for this group of rabble.  They seemed...frightfully prepared.<br/><br/>His nostrils flared in irritation as he looked to the man...a muscle twitching in his jaw as he clenched his teeth, a tendon growing taut alongside his neck...before the tension and irritation seemed to melt away and he gave a small, polite smile to the man and nodded his head slightly.<br/><br/>"It would seem I have no cause to misbehave."