"I think your throat his fine. Your voice sounds all right to me." Yoongi wasn't about to relent that much. Ten had eaten and drunk, not a lot, but enough. Enough to keep him alive and even in a relatively good state. "Answer some questions, give me things I consider useful and then I'll let you eat and drink more."

Simple enough. "And if you behave really well, I won't use the hood again. Might even get some rewards, who knows." Well, he knew, but that was the point of this all.

"Cheon is in the business already, isn't he? He does work with his father?"