"Yes, Shadow?" said Adair. A dark smirk drifted across the Praetor's lips as he gazed coldly at him, the maniatic glint in his eyes bright as he gazed at the dark wolf. "Praetor," he said softly. "You will address me as Praetor." Usually he only told his captives and slaves to do that but he made an exception for Adair, besides soon he would have to join them, what difference were there? The silver youth leaned against a tree and began eating the first hare, only when he had swallowed and finish did he look at his subordinate again.
"Sit," he said and began tearing into the second rabbit, his eyes analyzing the older male with a kind of cold amusement. "So, how's Enya?" he asked, curiosity evident in his tone. The result of the old man's trial could wait, after all he loved delaying and toying with his subordinates at times, makes them nervous and worried. As they should be. He chewed slowly and swallowed, other than the smirk, his face impassive.
"Have you heard about my new slave?" he asked, the glint in his eye brightening. Let him think about the possibilities.