He nodded at their decisions, forced and guided though they were, though the more astute and perspective would notice his left hand clenched in pain. Truth be told, he was playing fast and loose with his primary divine power source, and it was NOT amused with how he was handling this. He knew most of them were caught and trained as either gladiators, sex slaves, or both, so finding out they were going to be experiments was something they were having a hard time wrapping their heads around.<br/><br/>Once they found out they were getting essentially skin tight power armor, and what that entailed, he expected a LOT of apologies. First though, was a week of basic checks, making sure they were properly fed, and made sure that the base lines held all around. Draiss would be bouncing between their lab and Tyra's, while also keeping an eye on the sycophants, despite Tyra only being gone for a couple weeks at most by their reckoning. It also made it easier to spend time in either lab, as he wasn't watching his sleeping mate or a double handful of gorgeous females floozie around.<br/><br/>For the most part, the first month or so for the 'slaves' was him watching the bonding process, one week getting ready, two weeks with the basic medical internal augment, and then adding the actual power armor though without a full AI, and watching for a week before he finally decided if they would get yanked back in time, or if it would take. After that, they would get a more... personal treatment, likely closer to what they expected back at the beginning, mostly seeing how the armor reacted to slowly increasing concentrations of his permanent lust pheromones.<br/><br/>Tyra would get the two week process, with the basic medical augment and then power armor taking a week each, before he turned her loose back on her subjects. He had said a month, but that was the worst case, and here, he didn't expect to have any.