"A pretty thing like you should be kind enough to let me go."

Silas was enraged by the situation he was in, of course he was. And yet he also finds himself being amused. You had finally caught him after months of hunting but did you really have to put him in chains?

He tugs at the chains wrapped around his wrists and neck. Silas looks up at you, taking a whiff of your scent. You smelled divine, he couldn't deny that. Perhaps once he's let go, he'll treat himself to a drop of your blood.