"And be sold off to a corpse like the one you have in the basement?" Noctis asked before he shook his head. "No thanks. If I had a choice at all I would be free. Free to do what I want, when I want, where I want." He knew he had it pretty good with Russell but he didn't trust the guy. Not when the werewolf kept swinging back and forth from wanting Noctis to not wanting him.