This time he let the words sink in before responding. He turned keeping the contempt in his eyes as this lips graced the other with a smile. “You wished for your freedom from me Yexiall.” He gave the other an ironic bow .”You have it. Good day sir.” It was not just the fact that he hated the boy, it was more so he did not want to loose his head. He reached for a shirt pulling it over nearly completing his guise as a merchants son or possibly a dock worker. “Pray for the mercy of your own, Yexiall because you got your freedom, you will get nothing else from me.” He searched the other clothing lines for a hat or bandana.