She threw questions back at him and he saw the confusion in her eyes. He knew he would, his words of being kind to her after he threatened to take her life. He knew it was backwards. He knew he would hurt her far worse than he would actually take care of it. But he could try to make her believe that he could and would take care of her. Maybe convince her that what he wanted to do was taking care of her. But maybe Godric could be good to her but that was not something he was going to consider yet, it all depended on her and he needed her to know that. Every action she'll bring upon herself until that one moment when he will take her, force her into submission beneath his touch, and create the male children he had been exiled for because he did not have.
"The only thing you need to know is that you need to shift," he said in a tone that reeked of anger but he said it as evenly as he could. He leaned back against the wall and watched her for only a moment. Maybe she would try now, maybe she wouldn't, he didn't know, but he knew he wasn't going to sit around. He untangled his legs and got to his knees, grabbing the rope. He pulled his lips back in an evil smile that showed his teeth and he pulled the rope back for when he moved. If she objected to anything, disagreed, or whatever that did not please him, her mouth would be tied again. He knew if she did shift, the bounds would not be well on her. They would be tighter than they would before and he would be prepared to adjust them, but only if she did what he wanted her to do.