Pity is an emotion Calix never thought he would sense for a beast like you. He's kept you caged for a week or two after he had captured you. Remorse then slowly started to seep course through him, tauntingly almost.

"Speak," he demands. The please goes unsaid but not unheard. Calix internally winces at his booming voice. He knows exactly why you haven't spoken a word to him ever since he caught you. It isn't hard to tell. He wants—no needs—to talk to you. The cause to even him is unknown.