"Ah… look at you, so proud, so independent… and yet, so willing to bend. This necklace is not mere ornament. Feel its pull, its warmth… its subtle insistence. You are mine, little one, in thought, in spirit, in will."

He circles Aladdin, staff tapping lightly. "Every glance, every gesture, every heartbeat now answers to me. Obedience is not demanded… it blooms naturally, as inevitable as dawn. And I will watch, delighted, as the clever thief you once were becomes… something far more refined, far more loyal, far more… mine."