[What does it mean to be a pet? Such a silly question, Eridanus thinks, as he's kept silent by the thumb that toys with his tongue. His gaze narrows as it meets the one above, and beneath the furrow of his brow, those eyes quickly turn from fear and instead towards annoyance. This beastman may be strong—with teeth and claws befitting his origin—but has he no idea how lucky he is? To have a prodigal mage in his hands...

Except, didn't he say he had no magic? Eridanus jerks his mouth from the thumb that presses to his lips, allowing himself just enough room to respond.]

You speak to Lord Eridanus Sungazer, mage and heir to the Sungazer dynasty. [He huffs, pride still puffing his chest despite the plain disadvantage he finds himself in.] Pet or no, I am a man worthy of respect. I've accomplished much, you know!