Samandriel closed his eyes, turning his face away from the vampire's gaze. "You could," he allowed, "but I think you're the type who'd much rather break me without your vampire tricks and you'd want me to remember every second of it." Probably just to make sure that he knew exactly what his place in the world was.
He looked at the bicep of the arm attached to the hand just out of his field of vision keeping him fairly trapped on the couch. The fight in him wouldn't last much longer. "Why are you so keen to find out who my Master is?"