"Erieda. I am called Erieda," she said and Alex nodded some. "Not that it matters. Am I your slave now or what?" she asked with a slight bitter quality to her voice that made Alex's head drop back as a loud laugh broke through his lips. He turned to her, his eyes dancing with pure amusement. He shook his head some before taking a seat in the chair for a second time. "No, I do not consider you to be a slave," he said after a moment. "I'm not like other Wraith men. While you are practically my natural-born enemy, I will only treat you badly if you irritate me with your bitterness."
Alexander finally allowed his eyes to take in her appearance. He might've been extremely attracted to her if her personality was almost as beautiful as her body. His eyes travelled slowly back up her body until they reached her eyes. "Far from a slave, my dear," he repeated with a small smirk on his lips.
"Now, here are the rules if you do not wish to spend the night in a cell with iron bars," he continued, his expression now one of seriousness. "No speaking out of turn, acts of aggression or foul language. You will be requested to bath once a day, you will be fed twice a day and your only form of entertainment will be the thoughts inside your own head." He stood himself up then and walked over to the wall on the far side of his room. "This lever here shorten or lengthen those chains based on your behaviour," he said and pulled it down slightly to make the chain a bit longer, before pulling it back up and watching her shoot back into the wall. "Be good, you get a longer chain. Annoy me, you'll be held to the wall... I may be kinder than those other Wraiths but I still have a relatively short temper."
Alexander walked over to his bed without another word and slipped under the covers, before turning away from Erieda completely. "Goodnight, Erieda."