Sitting down on the pile of gold, Mayae was so mentally exhausted that she barely moved, until the dragon wrapped his tail around her, pressing the blade of the tail against her leg. Placing her foot between the two blades so she would not cut herself, she listened to his explanation, silently rolling her eyes.<em>God, I have been captured by a child,</em>she thought, but merely said aloud, "Yes, Master, but how do I tell which symbol is the correct one?"<br/><br/>When the band started humming, she glanced down at the collar, and suddenly, the smell of fear was gone, and it was replaced with hate. A particularly strong hate, the kind that normally was reserved for each other bt angelics and demonics. Then it was gone, barely lasting for a few seconds, and she replies, in a dead voice, "Yes, Master, but why do that, other than to break the 'pet'? She is useless afterwards. And, Master, I believe 'pet' is the wrong word, perhaps 'slave' would be better."<br/><br/>She looks at him with a curious expression, being completely honest and serious for a change.