'I never...what?" This was only getting more and more confusing for the seraph as he stood there, watching Carrick stalk him like a lion in a cage. "I don't see how my freedom suddenly bars me from enjoying any of that. If anything, I can enjoy it more as an equal with some agency over the situation than anything, though I don't recall ever-"
The match flared to life, and in the breath before it hit the ground, Samandriel knew what was happening.
He stepped away from the far edge of the ring, anger mixing with the confusion written all over his eternally young face. "I haven't lied to you, Helios. Why would I bother? What purpose would that serve me? And what purpose does this serve you? You've trapped me, very good. Would you like a biscuit? Do you have an endgame here or are you just lashing out like a petulant child because I've not been paying enough attention to you?"