“Then how about you treat me with the same respect. My day is already going poorly enough, without some supernatural racism thrown in the mix.” Weary glare thrown his way and the witch jangled her chains loudly. “I’m sure a man of your incredible intellect has realised that if you want me to preserve a meatsuit, I need to be able to do magic. And iron stops that.” Sarcasm dripped from her tongue far too easily. Of course, if she put enough effort into it, she could break out of the iron, but doing that was exhausting.

_{“i’ll show you respect when you earn it.” if it was up to him, she wouldn’t be in chains, but appearances were everything. he couldn’t afford to be kind- nor decent. “all i need you to do is make sure this vessel doesn’t burn up.” he was already burning… it was just a matter of time before he had to take more drastic measures, but still.. he was trying. “if you can do that… i’ll let you out of the chains right now.”}