How May I Assist You?

Ransom wasn't sure what he'd expected from the enforcer, but he really should have figured it would be someone on the same level as the councilmen. He pulled his chin from the Enforcer's hand. "Yeah, we'll see." Ransom couldn't really say much else knowing he didn't really have a choice in the end. It wasn't some big mystery where or who he was going to end up with unless he could find a way to end his life in the undercroft, which he just might try it all things considered. "Thanks for all the words of wisdom, it's appreciated."

"Of course officer. I'm glad to help whenever I can." Yuta replied cheerfully and stared at the man, his head tilting to the side as he processed him. It didn't take a genius to know what was going through Ransom's mind. "It won't work you know, and it'll only make my life harder so do us both a favor and don't do anything stupid." The enforcer sighed. "which I know in your cause is... challenging." There it was, another not-so-subtle jab from Yuta.

"Quite the assumptions." Noel's eyes flickered to the blade once it was drawn and the light caught it briefly before it was touching his cheek. The coldness of it familiar though he was well aware he wouldn't heal from it if it cut him, not with the collar he had on. "I'm assuming you mean Florian. We don't speak much since we aren't the same kind of doctors. Something you might not understand in the job you are in. We don't heal people in the same ways." Or at all in Noel's case. He got paid to do his job and he did it to an ability, not the best of his, not for this castle or those that ran it. "I would assume he's capable, I don't often get injured enough to need his help." Noel's eyes flickered to where the blade was. "Unless you are threatening to send me to him. Do you have a problem with demons Yu-ta? Perhaps you need to be evaluated. Are you in the right mind to do your job? They say a Lich is always near madness. Perhaps it's your time."

"So I've heard, the doctor actually seems to care about his patients." Yuta replied casually and tilted his head to the side as he stared down at the Reaper. "I have no problems with demons at all, I wouldn't be in this job if I had issues with them." At the mention of being evaluated, the enforcer raised an eyebrow and snorted. "And let me guess, you're volunteering your services to do my exam? Thanks but no thanks." he laughed but it was obvious that Noel's words had struck a cord with the Lich and Yuta was trying his best not to let it show.

Ransom's jaw clenched belying his attempt to be unbothered because he was fully bothered. He had no desire to be in the undercroft, though he'd honestly rather be there then where he knew he was going to end up. "Helpless? Maybe, but at least I didn't give up to save my own fucking neck."

The enforcer simply shrugged at the others words, letting them roll off of him. "You think I'm too proud to admit that I gave people up and took deals in order to save myself from death?" He snorted and shook his head. "I've been around long enough to know that death doesn't suit me, so I'm going to do everything in my power to prevent it for as long as possible." Yuta smiled and cupped the others jaw in a hand. "You will make a good chew toy."

"You can't tell me you really like taking orders, from anyone." Ransom challenged the master before him knowing he was doing just that from the council and he wasn't sure why he would, why anyone would. "Don't make me a promise you can't keep." Ransom would take death over being a slave. The last thing he wanted was to be owned. This wasn't some ploy to get here, it was him losing his temper in the worst possible way. "I can promise, if you want to take my place, by all means." Because he had no love for anything in the castle and there wasn't going to be a time that changed. It was going to take a whole lot of fucking magic to make him not try to kill himself or everyone else in the place.

"Oh I don't like it but in my experience, there's always someone higher up on the food chain than you, you just have to learn what to fight for and what to let go." He said with a smirk and shrugged. Yuta knew that he was doing the council's bidding and if that kept his head on his shoulders, he was fine with following orders. "Again, tempting but I think a better punishment is for you to remain collared and leashed in the undercroft, knowing that you're helpless to stop whats happening to you."

Cyril didn't like this. He had been in this position too many times before where he felt like he was being interrogated. But this one wasn't a councilman, he didn't feel like he had to, didn't feel stuck. He glanced to the stairs, knew that was his way out. "Respectfully, I feel my thoughts are not something I am obligated to share," He continued to stand firm, clasped his hands together behind his back to feel more stable in himself, "So, if you'll excuse me. I'll be heading back to my home," He turned away a bit too fast, long legs striding a bit too wide to be seen as casual.

Yuta looked at Cyril and raised an eyebrow when they decided to walk away from him, the enforcer staring at the back of their head for a moment out of pure shock that they had just walked away from him like he was a mere master. "You're a bold one, walking away when the Enforcer is asking you a question." Yuta said, catching up to them in the blink of an eye and keeping pace with them. "I'll walk you home, can't have something bad happening to you now, can I?" he asked with a wide, unfriendly smirk.

'Pretty'. Cyril hated that damn word when it was used to describe him. He wasn't pretty. He was tall and muscled and scarred, and yet he always got called pretty. "I said it was nothing specific," He stood firm, well, as firm as he could for someone who had to hide his hands behind his back so the slight shake in his fingers wasn't noticeable. His eyes narrowed slightly at the vague threat, "If i'm not in trouble, then why does my answer matter so much to you?" He questioned, raising a brow. He could lie, but being put on the spot with an already crowded mind made him worry doing any more of that would set him up for certain failure.

An amused smirk crossed his lips at the other deciding to stand firm. "Because I'm curious little thing, I want to know what's going on in that head of yours." he answered casually. In Yuta's mind, he didn't need a legitimate reason to be questioning Cyril given his position in the castle. "I didn't ask you a trick question so it really shouldn't be that hard to answer." the enforcer added after a moment and tilted his head. "and don't lie. That will only make things worse for you." The man smiled cheerfully.

"Take the collar off and give me my guns back. I'll show you what I can do." Ransom said. There was the rock bottom. Already in trouble and willing to make more for himself with no problem turning into his fully sized dragon in the undercroft as if it could sustain his size. He wondered if Cairo was healed enough to come save the castle from him. Maybe he'd get another shot to pick the eldest De Luca off.

A joyful laugh left the enforcer's lips and he smirked, his eyes flickering with pure amusement. "Tempting offer but I'd probably lose my job." he answered with the smile still on his face. "It's been a long time since I've killed a dragon, though you wouldn't put up much of a fight compared to them." Yuta ever the instigator was purposefully pushing Ransom's buttons, wanting a response.

Yeah he got his wish with that first fucking line. Ransom was already pissed off and being told he was nothing by another blood sucking piece of shit that kissed ass to the council, De Luca and his little queen just hit wrong. He had no real issue with Yuta. Hell he didn't really know the other, but he was mad and with a lot of reasons to be. None of them the enforcers fault. They were all his own. He was hell bent on making them worse as he shoved the desk into the lich knowing full fucking well he had no way to win this fight. There were guards outside. He was collared and, if he remembered right, Yuta was a good over 2000 years older than him. If there was a rock bottom Ransom wasn't going to say he hit it, but he might be getting close to it.