Devan only curiously watched as she made her way to a dressor and grabbed what appeared to be a bracelet. His gaze was now cautious, as she began approaching him and, even though he could've used this simple opportunity to disarm her and save himself, he let her have her way with his wrist and watched as he now had a new accessory. Well, maybe he'd look just that much better in the coffin.
He kept his glance down, away from hers as she spoke, trying his best to not respond in any way that would entice her to off him just yet. Guess he was delaying the inevitable. What he learned was that this thing he now wore wasn't just any simple bracelet, but a means to track him down if he decided to run off. That didn't really surprise him, of course she'd have a way to play with her new pet. What did is that she didn't just simply tell him that he was a hostage, but that he would be her 'brother' and he was allowed to 'help her out' whatever that meant. It didn't sound like his cup of joe, but then again, being killed didn't either.
If only he weren't so chivalrous. His personality was..... contradictory at best. On one hand, he would never purposely hit a woman, as seen with his inability to just take her down and end this whole affair. On the other..... he didn't have any qualms about fucking them one night and never seeing them again. What a weird man he was. But, his choice was already decided and he would now have to voice it. "I guess I have no choice." he finally said, a hint of reluctance in his voice. He really wasn't the kind of man who enjoys carnage, but he was forced into this position.