“You certainly bitch like one, I guess the king likes his whores, pretty young and delusional.” He said taking a deep breath.. The cogs in his brain was working after what the boy said. His house... The thundering marching in from the door outside grew louder as the man continued to think. A loud bang sent his thoughts spiraling back to the man standing indignantly in front of him. He rushed forward, his blade once again slipping from its hiding spot as he grabbed the young man twisting his arm till it was neatly tucked behind him and the blade was curled around his jugular. “will do well to listen to me?.” He watched the head shake in understanding. Now he had a hostage, he only prayed it was some one important enough that he could escape with his head. He pushed the body towards the window measuring an escape route from the roof. He blinked imagining the young lad breaking his delicate neck. He needed to get to the secret sewers. “And do all that I say?” His eyes shifted back towards the door, the sounds of thundering steps dying.