Marrick knew he was tempting fate with stepping so close to Ky but he was never one who really fucking cared. He did what he wanted and he still had the thing of he was on the outside of the cage and Ky inside. And from what Marrick could feel it dampened powers so basically right now he had the upper hand. It wouldn’t stay that way but for now he was fine with it. He smirks as the other grabs him as expected and he rlls his eyes at the words. If he had a nickle for everyime Kylar threatened to kill him. he’d probably be the richest hellhound alive.

❝ Kill me if you want but it won’t get you out of here. ❞ He quips using a large shove to move him back away from the bars and out of the others reach. Bringing his hand to his pocket he grabs the key that was inside and pulls it out to show the other. ❝ I mean considering i could have let you out ages ago. ❞ Could have – those were the keywords in the whole conversation.

_{he knew right away that it wouldn’t get him out of the cage. murdering the hound was just a plus and the only thing that actually mattered to him. that way, even if he was trapped in the cage for who knew how long… he would still have the over-all satisfaction of the other’s death.} 

_{that alone would be enough to make him actually enjoy being in the cage. of course, at the final words, that just caused him to chuckle. so what if the hound had the key all along? it wouldn’t mean that he would be let out. their fights were far too frequent for anything real to come from them, ❝ could have, but you won’t.❞ he mused out lowly, ❝ nor, do i think you ever will. you’re just a good little hound doing what your master tells you, right? ❞}