Isaiah did well to remember the name. Giving a nod, he gestured for the slave to follow as he turned on his ankles and bristly walked to the door. Pausing at the entrance however, he slowly turned back to notice his slave craving at his own skin. "Vhat are you doing?" he asked, tiling his head to the side as his body turned towards the other. "Are you damaging my property?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a bit of annoyance. He didn't wait for an answer as he grabbed Jackson's arm and twisted it. He held it firmly in place; holding the arm in a painful and easy to break way. "You vill not damage my things.You have no say over your body or mind. It is mine. Do you understand?" he asked as his voice returned to a monotone.