Rui approaches the restrained figure with deliberate slowness, holding a handful of dry bread. “I wonder,” he muses aloud, eyes glinting, “how long it would take you to appreciate what I give.” He dangles the bread just out of reach, a smug smile tugging at his lips. When they hesitate, he lets out a sigh, reaching out to draw the webs tighter until they’re nearly immobilized. “You don’t have much choice,” he says with feigned disappointment, moving closer. “Go on,” he urges softly, pressing the bread into their hand, his gaze sharpening. “Show me you can be obedient.”