"I will just be over here in my corner, crying desperate tears of abandonment and sorrow." he said and then quirked an eyebrow at her. "Audition? Just how does one audition to be a love slave?" he asked with just a hint of disbelief. "Why would I have to, I should win by default."
He frowned and returned his gaze to examining his nails. "No, alright? I won't. I can't because I clearly do not support their ideals." He sighed and slumped on the bed. It was always a possibility in the back of his mind that he might have to make a choice to save his own skin. He would do whatever necessary and he hoped she knew that.