Eric inwardly tensed as the voice of Doom emitted from outside her clothing, avoiding the desire to punch the armoured despot where it hurt for the sake of his girlfriend. Though he admired Anne's cool in the situation, and imagined Victor's face under the mask irritated at her calm.

Victor moved closer to her until he was in the middle of the room and half looming over her position, clearly a sign of passive intimidation. "In answer to your questions you my dear, you will remain as long as I see fit, and when I am ready for you I shall examine your magical powers and their sources and if I deem it I will suck that power from you. Or I may elect to be merciful, give you the opportunity to serve me. It all depends on what I find you to be. A valued guest accepting of her time here, or a irritant prisoner I will execute when her use is done. Be aware that I could have you locked in the deepest dungeon, but due to your connection to a woman I have... great... respect for... I give you certain options. Struggle, little bird, and I will elect to cut your wings when I open the cage. And that time is on you sooner than you think."