Any vicious thrill of superiority over Minthara's dealings with goblins had been short lived when she had forced him into a tier below even those wretched creatures. A power play that he's still grievously offended by now. She had never found the truth of his origins and perhaps that is the reason he had been so severely underestimated. Had she known, perhaps she wouldn't have been so quick to assume he had no designs on power himself.

But to be degraded like that having been - at one time - the most promising of his mother's descendants, in line to assume her power at the head of the house, was an impossible pill to swallow. Complicated as it had been for him, being brought up with cunning ambition and hungry for power hasn't been an easy thing to relinquish his hold over.

Had his escape not been so narrow, it might make him even more likely to try and slip free from the admittedly unlocked cage. But he's still where Zevlor left him when the tiefling returns, ghostly pale eyes flicking to the garments over his shoulder before to his face again. Whatever unease he feels at having his needs taken care of like this, the condition of his body is far from completely well. He is reliant on this specific tiefling in a way that's incredibly uncomfortable.

The desire to manipulate is never far, though, and eventually he knows he needs to commit convincingly to the notion of not being against Zevlor's aims. And he's not - not when there's the possibility that the tiefling will put an end to Minthara. That he's very authentically in support of.

"You're going to get killed if you aren't very good at sneaking around."