The creature looked suspicious, then crafty—a look that was such a poor imitation, that seemed so foreign to its face, it must have been gifted from his master. Then, like his master, he said, "Give in. Mistress Prisoner must swear on her soul that she will worship Master and not any of the Light. Master says if you be giving in, he will provide more succor than Mistress has ever supped in her entire existence."