"Impossible. Whether you threatened or begged him with tears in your eyes, Riki would never have gone with you. Not unless he was unconscious, or something to that effect." Iason said flatly.
...
Rather than a conditioned reflex, Iason had imprinted Riki with an unconscious instinct. Through the pain of the pet ring and unspeakable pleasures under his own hand. But even so, Iason knew that despite the effort put into taming him, Riki’s true nature was unbreakable. That was what endeared him to Iason. Not that he would ever put it into words.
It took Iason three years to bring Riki to heel, but Riki was beholden to the slums.
To what he wanted to protect.
To those he couldn’t bear to lose.
To the one he couldn’t let go of.
Guy didn't know just how much he meant to Riki. Were he aware, he would never have resorted to something as reckless and extreme as this. Obviously, Iason wasn’t going to enlighten him.
"AnK."