[Vulpes watches with pleasure as Miguel coughs, attempting to regulate his breathing once more. He hopes some of those marks around his neck bruise- they'd make nice physical reminders of what happened here. Not to say he can't make more of those if he wants.]

You lost.

[He seizes Miguel's jaw in a painful grip, fingers squeezing tightly as he forces the larger man to look up at him.]

And now you belong to me. [Such a statement would certainly be accurate enough back home. The Legion very frequently makes slaves of those it captures from conquered villages... it's just a shame that he really doesn't have the means to keep a slave here. Still, Miguel doesn't require an explanation. Let him draw whatever conclusions he likes.]