Merus's twisted mind began to go through ideas of torture for Nacine and Rex. He could force Rex to watch as his lover was mutilated and cut with the sharpest of tools, or vice versa. That would definite elicit many more feelings than pain, and just thinking about either one of them crying out for mercy for each other made bloody glee begin to well up inside him.
The dragons had always cared for Merus even if they were harsh masters. Everything he had and was was because of them, and no one would dare raise arms against them. The dragons were his masters, and in some childlike way, Merus's only family. It had been like that for as long as he could remember.