Meesei stared at the Imperial, speaking firmly with an uncompromising glare. "He will be locked up like the rest. Treat his wound...sufficiently enough that he will survive for the moment. Make no mistake, he will die. That part of his fate is sealed. But, there are worse things than death, and his cooperation will decide how many of them he experiences." She threatened. 

Once again, the Imperial started to laugh. Just as Meesei had not acknowledged him directly, so too did he not acknowledge her. Instead, he looked at Gallus once more. He was gritting his teeth enough that he could not hide his pain, though that did not stop him from trying. Despite his situation, he seemed confident, with no shortage of defiance. "Childish? I guess so, but at least I'm not a...savage like you beasts. Uncivilized wretches...hiding out in some hole under a hill. Like rats, pests. You're mongrels, walking around in scraps of leather and hide, trying to act like people. And you...Imperial, or Nord, or whatever you are: you want to kill me. I can see it in your eyes. And I think you're afraid, not of me, but of that...lizard whore you submit to. You're a tool to be used at her whim; A puppet whose strings she is pulling. You jump in front of her at the first sign of danger, like a well-trained servant." The man taunted, before beginning to laugh even more loudly. 

"Or maybe you [i]admire[/i] her?" The Imperial continued with a particularly condescending voice. "Maybe you want to serve her like a good little dog to earn her attention, or affection? I guess I could see how you'd be attracted to her...if you like animals."