"Why would I let you go only to have you once a month, when I can have you whenever I please here? Besides, why should I trust your word? You challenged me again, even after losing the first contest you agreed to."<br/><br/>Dreg tore off long strips of flesh from the dear and devours them, his appetite proportionate to his massive, muscular body, eating as they conversed. His voice held no malice in it; only a simple practicality.