This was not civil. In case he was at all dumb enough to believe it was, it wasn't. No sane or civil man came into the house of a man who claimed to be a God, who had a whole army at his feet, and tied him up like this. Oh, when morning came and his guards arrived, he was going to launch a war on this man. Tear him into pieces and laugh while it happens. Oh yes, he'd so laugh! This was what he thought about during the whole humiliating process of being bound and dragged around like a slave.

"You do realise that you will not escape punishment for this?" the Master felt the need to remind him of that as the tie was tugged and he had to awkward stand on his tiptoes to stay upright. He swayed a little, a stubborn glare on his face, preparing to launch into a full speech about manners, respect and how this little imp should obey him.

It all died at the mention of the knife. "You're-- you're really not helping your case. A threat against me is a declaration of war."