"She does not have the title of girlfriend. I have no love towards her." The Imperator allowed a cold, mischievous smirk to creep up. "But still growing soft aren't you?" he said, once again in a silky tone. To be honest, although he was seething with quiet anger, a small part of him liked the captive. There was something very Roman-like about Vector that gave him the impression he was a Roman in his previous life, it was only that, that kept him from being shredded into pieces the moment he walked back into his territory. "Pain and death do not scare me. Yet to be on the receiving end, I know of nothing that could substitute for the two." he laughed at that, the same chilling humorless laugh. "Yes, no true warrior should be afraid of pain or death but for the substitute part....." gleaming silver eyes studied the captive in the way a scientist might study a specimen.
Truthfully he wasn't going to physically punish Vector, took too much time and energy to do so. The barbarian would get punished, yes, but not now. Shadow wanted to hear the story instead, of what had happened between him and the female he smelled on his pelt. What did they do? He wanted to see if she would try entering his lands to carry him away, though that seemed......extremely abnormal and probably wouldn't even happen anyways. Vector was capable of looking after himself. And anyways, trespassers were found almost immediately by him, and if not, his packmates. They were efficient border patrollers and trespassers were not to be dealt with gently.
”So, Vector, tell me how she caught your attention. How you two first met, what you did in Blackfoot Forest.” he said in a serious tone as he sat down, curling his tail elegantly around his paws as he leaned against a gnarled tree that bordered the hold. Platinum gaze was even and calm as he gazed into Vector's emerald orbs, waiting for the story to start with a faint flicker of amusement present in his own eyes.