Good boy~ But I hope you're sorry for spitting on me. That wasn't very nice.

[The second strike would only land with half his strength instead of the full brunt of it, the red welt on his chest landing with a sting.]

I'm afraid I can't let you go. Now that you know my secret you're going to need to swear never to tell a soul or else I will imprison you here forever.

[He's deathly serious, the end of his whip pushing Ivan's chin up so that he could stare into his eyes.]