"I— I just— I didn't—" Master stammered, trying and failing to find an answer to the question he'd been asked.
Even through his eyes, one could see the fear and the realization that maybe he'd done something he shouldn't.
Lukas pressed the blade of his sword slightly closer to the man's neck, a thin line of red appearing at the contact point.
"I'll make this simple," Lukas said. His voice was so cold it seemed to drain the air of heat. "You just attempted to take control of my mind during a negotiation. That tells me you're willing to do whatever is necessary to win."
He held the man's gaze. "So am I. The difference is that my sword is currently at your throat and yours is not at mine."
He paused. "If you want to survive this round, you'll follow my instructions. Do you understand?"
Master's eyes moved from the sword at his neck to Lukas's face and back again. "Y— Yes," he said. "Fine. Yes."
