Percival was sorely tempted to end Zaul'Nazh here and now. He was tired of the way he strung Leiland along. The way he took advantage of him and put him down just to keep him needing his approval. Because Zaul'Nazh knew that if Leiland didn't need him, he couldn't control the Vinguri king. It was disgusting. Leiland was better than that. He deserved better than that.
"Look," the Dark Lord said, a bit of panic creeping into his tone. "He's a fantastic piece of ass-" Percy tightened his grip for a moment and Zaul'Nazh sputtered. "I mean...fuck, what do you want from me...I'll back off. Okay, I'll back off. Respect and...whatever." Percy let his grip loosen. "You want him...he's yours. I'll-"