"Aside from the fact that you would certainly have bragged about having someone like me in your grip, which I really hope you haven't, by the way, the Dark Lord will likely have excluded that possibility when I didn't follow his call. The Mark..." I drawl, raising my left arm in an extremely bored manner. "If he summons us, we have to react quickly. Since I didn't do that, he must have tried to use the Mark to track me down. And since that obviously didn't work either, there are officially only two options left: I'm dead or I cut off my arm. Frankly, I doubt the latter is an efficient method when it comes to the blood magic that binds us to the Dark Lord. So I hope he thinks I'm dead. Dead as a doornail."