He still looked incredibly suspicious, at her reactions; this certainly wasn't how a prisoner normally acted! He actually seemed like he was getting annoyed with her, as if she were mocking him, and he snarled, and shoved her back against the table, that still held the dead body. "Is that all you are? A plaything?" he asked. "Sharp claws for a toy, but if you want to be used, I won't deny you," he growled,whipping out his dagger again, and using it to carve away her clothing, careful to not cut the ropes binding her. He wasn't being particularly careful, either, and she'd find several times where he sliced her skin, in his haste to cut her clothing, and get a look at her naked body.<br/><br/>As he finished, he growled, and started throwing off his own clothing, revealing his body. He was certainly unpleasant; his body looked twisted and deformed in places; not enough to hamper his movements, and large acid-burn scars covered much of his skin. He looked to be a younger man, no older than Cedrik, even, but unlike her Master, this one had seen years of abuse and mistreatment. "Still excited?" he sneered, as he let her get a look at him.He was thin and gangly and looked underfed, his skin pale, where it wasn't scarred, and much of the hair on one side of his head was missing, the skin covered in the burns.