"Mmm." he tilted his head thoughtfully at her, unfazed by the look she was giving him, "Why yes, I'm the owner. I'm the owner of everything....and every<em>one</em>here. It does seem you have somewhat of a resistance. How very strange. Well then, since you asked so...nicely....I suppose I'll have to answer your questions in the order they were asked. First, how do you get out of here? You don't. And yes I can. Second, I've not the faintest idea, in fact m'lady you've got me thoroughly stumped. Congratulations, that almost never happens. Third, How should I know when I don'e even know the answer to second? And, fourth." he stepped away, spreading his arms to either side, motioning to everything around them, "This is a bath house. This is where I live. And you see, the people are not being abused. Look at them. Are they in pain? Are they suffering in any way? Yes, they are here to serve a purpose, but they aren't being<em>abused.</em>" he lowered his hands, a dark little grin crossing his face as he stepped back to her, his voicing lowering almost to a growl.<br/><br/>"And go ahead, break his arms. Break his legs, his fingers and toes, rip him apart bit by bit. Leave him to die, or shatter his spine. I really don't care, I have other people I can use to interact with the humans above." he laughed, once more backing away. "So, tell me why I cant get into your mind? Or how you got passed the defenses I put up? Are you pretending not to know, or do you really not know? Not that it matters. I don't care who you are, but I suggest you leave. Or take another bath. Relax, let the water seep into your muscles. Be a good girl and leave me to go about my business. Wouldn't want to start a fight, would you?"