Damon met his gaze without flinching, the edge of his mouth twitching into a faint smirk. He did not bother saying anything else to the guy.
Kaelthorn's chains rattled as he slowly stood up, the crimson system mark glowing on his chest now that he'd accepted the recruitment. "So, what now, little Lord? Do I get a leash and collar, or are we skipping straight to the carnage?"
"You'll get both," Damon said. "But only when I say so."
Kaelthorn's grin widened. "Delightful. It's been too long since I've heard someone scream properly."
Damon turned, motioning toward the door. "Then let's begin. You're not here for your amusement, Kaelthorn. You're here to help me, and if you're lucky, maybe earn your freedom."
Kaelthorn followed without argument, the sound of his bare feet dragging against stone. As they exited the cell, Ellora gave Damon a subtle look.
"You really are insane," she whispered, amused.
