Kyras didn't release the boy even as he offered no resistance, and he didn't look back as they walked, though, inwardly, he hoped they were not followed. There were too many nosy people around here, and right now, he didn't want to fight. Oh, sure, he loved a good battle, but just like anything, sometimes he liked to do other things with his time or just wasn't in the mood. Now was one of those times. And besides...a fight with any of the people around here would be boring. The boy would jump to his defense before he even got a blow in himselfâ€"that had happened beforeâ€"and it didn't look like it would take much to dispatch any of the people here, with or without his litle pet.
When Kyras fought, he liked to fight, he liked a challenge. When it came to tormenting someone...well, he also liked a challenge thereâ€"though it didn't mean he would enjoy spilling blood any lessâ€"as well, and despite all his heated thoughts, now that he had the time to cool down, he really hoped the boy wouldn't break too easily. In fact, he hoped he wouln't break at all, at least not completely. He liked the boy's defiance, that little spark he possessed, liked that he fought against him, resisted him. It made things interesting for Kyras, and truth be told, it was for this reason alone that the demon would never actually relieve the boy of his tongue, though he would certainly threaten and perhaps even grow dangerously close to carrying out the act. A docile slave was a boring slave; a docile slave in Cerenai society was a slave without any purpose at all, a slave that was soon killed.
Cerenai loved a challenge, a fight, in every aspect of their lives. This was no different. And besides, Lenrizel didn't have to be tame for Kyras to get what he wanted out of him. Kyras could order him around just the same, and he'd have no choice but to obey. And he wouldn't have to worry about him running off again soon enough, anway.
It was, however, unfortunate for Lenrizel that all this was true, as it did indeed mean his life would be quite miserable. And Cerenai demons had extremely long lifespans. Kyras himself was a mere twenty-five years old, and for a Cerenai, that was young. Which meant all the more time for Kyras to exploit the boy's coveted abilities, and more time for the poor genie to suffer the brunt of all of Kyras' aggressions and...insecurities.
Before much longer, they had reached the slaver's block, and a few words from Kyras to one of the slavers sent him to retrieve the objects Kyras asked for. Before too long, the slaver returned, various collars looped over one arm, all different designs and colors. Kyras gave a smile, seemingly benign though his eyes were empty of any such kindness, and looked to Lenrizel.
"Well, which one would you like, boy? Speak up." He was not being the least bit kind in letting him pick his own collar; in fact, he was being openly cruel, just like in the past when he'd allowed a victim to choose by which method they wished to die.