"What is so special about me?" Alec had killed more supernaturals than he could count and yet here he was, owned by one. The very term owned made him sick. He had swore as a kid he would never end up a pet to any of them. They never cared about humans. "And what do you mean like him?" He asked, the man had an evil smile, but Alec had already suspected that he was like the other's slimy supernaturals. He just yet to see Magnus' true colors.
"So you bought a scratching post for the...for General Mao. How touching. Treating animals like people and people like animals." He frowned looking out the window. "Just wanted to know what I am in for. To be prepared for what my life it going to be like." That was until he would escape. "What type of supernatural are you, anyway?"