He had gotten careless. He did not think the Imperial Priests would have enough Divine power to stop him, much less imprisoning and gifting him to you, the Empress of the Empire.

As he claws at the metal collar around his neck restricts his sorcery, he growls in annoyance at his own helplessness. He had been made a complete mockery of and he'll be damned if he let himself be treated like some mindless boy toy of the Empress.

When he is forced to his knees in front of you in the throne room, he stares back up at you with defiant eyes as he desperately ignores the hitch of his breath when your eyes meet.