"And I am a god damned orc. Mirada, you are under my guild's roof. And you will tell me what you are, or I will find out, one way or another. Your acting was exceptionally good, but I have suspected for a while, but that just now merely confirmed it. You are an elf the same way I am a demon. Barely. But go ahead, pretend you can keep fooling me. If you want to tell me, then do so when you are ready, but wait to long, and I will find out on my own. And while I am loathe to do this, that collar will force compliance, regardless of my own thoughts on it. Thirty children look to me to protect them. That is worth more than one person's good opinion of me, regardless of what it costs me. I honestly don't CARE, Mirada, but if you continue to try and abuse my trust, then I will do the same back."<br/><br/>He waved her out, done with the conversation, before drafting a note to send back with the progress report on his guild, requesting the guild master start digging into Mirada's past. He had been honest about the comment on her being an elf, and the rest, though he would hate himself if he had to force her to tell him. His lack of people skills had probably just killed any chance of finding out from her, but he was used to feeling pained and drained, though this drain felt deeper than the ones he usually dealt with.<br/><br/>He nodded to the succubus, before jerking his head to the chair opposite of him. "Nice to see you are cozy enough with Mirada to give her your name, but not with me to do the same."