He smiles, bearing his fangs, and slaps Alec hard enough to send him flying across the room, slamming into the wall. "You should be. Before I do something that you'll regret." He turns, and chuckles. "If you ever want to leave here alive, you'll be more cooperative next time. How long can werewolves survive without food?" He walks out of the dungeon, and back up to his room. Sitting at his desk, he begins writing a scroll.