He wrapped a cloth around his waist, it was a bright red with golden embroidery around the edges. His head perked up when she spoke. Of course... he had not been long enough with her yet. Of course she wasn't willing to undress with him currently. Most women were modest when they first arrive at the mansion. But soon, soon they eventually give in. Like she will. She will grow to love to be with him, although from what she said earlier... how old was she? He couldn't assume she would be more than twenty or so. But she couldn't be much older than that, he thought. Though, she will live with him here, for the rest of her short life, Farkas was determined. Then, they could come here again, as many times as they desired to.

"Of course," he said with a gentlemanly kindness, moving past the screen and revealing himself. He walked to the center of the room, then moved toward a cabinet that lie on the far end of the room. It was a small, brown thing that had some fruit and other assortments laid on the top. He knelt down and opened it, pulling out a woman's bathing suit. Of course, it had been worn before. By a previous woman. The suit was quite lavish, probably more revealing than what would suit the girl standing there, but it was the finest one he had. It was sown specifically for the woman who had worn it previously, however she was long gone now. Closing the cabinet and standing, he briefly walked over toward Wryn, tossing her the suit.

"Whatever makes you comfortable," he said smoothly, before turning around again and heading toward the water. On the other edge he sat down on the ledge, sinking his legs into the water, feeling the heat rise as the vapors drifted onto his skin. The cloth that he wore was still on, and he leaned back slightly, awaiting for her to enter along with him.

"Yes," he said, gazing upon her form as she entered the water. His attention had laid upon her ever since she stepped out from the curtain. Oh how beautiful she looked. To him, he thought that it was an interesting change to see on her. Something so revealing for someone that looked so innocent. But the thought that she had a husband raged in his mind. It almost took the fun out of this. She had probably wore something similar. For him. Whoever the man was, Farkas was determined to make sure that he disappears. They had been here for a while now, so the man might be searching for her no doubt. Although, he could feel that it would be a very long time before he even could find the place. Farkas was certain that he wouldn't have to make preparations until later. After all, even if the man did find the place, there were many traps set around the mansion. He could be caught, like a fly in the spider's web.

Although, the suit was not kept for the guests, although maybe it was, now that he thought of it. He had many more in store in the cabinet, although they were of different sizes, different styles. It would be for any kind of women, for those who stayed here were many. If Wryn looked away he would enter the water himself, leaving the cloth behind as he went in. He could feel the warmth of the water upon his skin, and the rising steam on his face. This was quite refreshing. He ought to do this more often. He could hear the small fireplace crackling, and the wonderful gaze of the girl completed his view. The man smiled.

"You look stunning," he told her, moving slightly closer toward her as he stood in the water, although still keeping at a distance, due to the fact that he wore nothing. He could barely contain his impulses, although it wouldn't suit the image for him. He preferred this gentlemanly facade, and he thought that he could enjoy his day better doing this. After all, she seemed to take it nicely so far. Maybe she was enjoying this as much as he. If only there were servants about. He could have asked for music or food that would be served to them. He missed back when these springs were more lively, but right he did enjoy the solitude that they had. It made it more romantic.

"I am glad that you are enjoying it," he smiled again, although maybe this time it was genuine.

When she neared Farkas smiled, looking down at her in the water as she spoke, standing still as she came. However, what she said next made his expression change into a scowl. Perhaps it was visible, but he had previously tried to hide it the best he could. Now, however, he could barely contain his anger. Another mention of this husband. Perhaps it was just a diversion to get away from him, but somehow he guessed that she was speaking the truth. Either way, it wouldn't end well for her. She would not leave the mansion, he would make sure of that. But, she had everything she could want here, why would she want to leave? Was her husband so important that she was willing to drop everything, even a nice warming bath in the hot spring, to see her worried husband? Farkas' aura most likely had gotten darker, but his face morphed back into a polite smile, moving closer to her quickly as if begging for her to stay.

"It is alright," he tried to sound reassuring. "I am sure they will be open soon," he lied. But, he knew there were no other ways outside the mansion. Well, that most knew of. But most of them were filled with traps that only he knew were. "If you are that concerned for your husband, why don't we invite him here?" his smile appeared as a smirk just then, a rough hand placing on her delicate shoulder in reaffirmation, although it may seem as if it was to keep her to stay by force. Indeed, he was much taller than her, and it appeared as if he loomed over the girl. He avoided the topic of the mysterious man before but now things were different.

"What did you say his name was?" he asked, although he knew that she did not give that away. "Where is he at the moment? I am sure if he finds this place maybe he can open the doors from the outside." His hand then dropped from her shoulder, back into the hot water. His large body then moved across the spring, toward the edge to get out. His enjoyment of spending time with her in the springs was ruined. He stepped out from the water, splashing slightly as he moved out, facing away from her. Reaching for his cloth on the ground he tied it yet again over his waist. Farkas then turned his attention back toward her.

"There are no other ways out than the doors, I am sorry," he lied sympathetically. He then moved behind the curtain to redress. "But we can try again." Try again. He will try again to persuade her to stay. Otherwise. She shall stay by force.

Farkas was silent as she left the hot spring, knowing that whatever she tried, she couldn't escape. He placed back on the clothes at a normal rate, not in a hurry at the least for he knew where she was already headed. He knew that she didn't know that it was the levers that kept the doors shut, and now she would have to come to the terms of her fate. It ruined most of the fun on his part, it was too soon and already she was calling for her husband. Leaving the room and walking down the hallway, he could hear her scream. She screamed a name which was most likely that of her spouse. Very informative. Radulfr. Farkas would remember that name. The one that ruined his day. He would be sure to make him pay. So far from what he had heard, Radulfr was not that common of a name amongst the wolves. It would probably be easy to find one with that name. The one that she was calling for. He make sure to do so once this was taken care of.

Taking steps toward her from within the hallway, a face of the continued smile was spread across his face, although it was not a smirk. It was one that showed how rather pleased he looked. Although, that definitely something was he was not feeling at the moment. He stopped at the end of the hallway, the space between her and him across the entire entry room. Of course, there were stairs that she could run up of, but even so he knew that she could not find an escape. He looked at her calmly, and tugged at his own sleeve as he unbuttoned it around the wrist. He felt something inside, it was the wolf yet again. Was it out of anger from the mention of her husband? Or was it out of her disobedience? Either way, perhaps there was a way to convince her to get used to her new life in this mansion. Although, now his true colors were beginning to show, his gentlemanly host like demeanor fading away. She would live here as his own. And that husband... whatever he was, he would suffer at his hand.

"Dear, dear," he began in a lighter, sympathetic tone. "You will have to get used to living here. You can have everything your heart desires, you will not need to worry of anything. The most lavish food you can have, the endless entertainment you could ever want, you would not even have to lift a finger." As he continued to speak, he unconsciously threw off the coat from his back, the black clothing laying on the floor. He would hate to do this. His fancy clothes were not made to be torn apart. "You will be with me now," at that moment his eyes shifted hues to gold. He could feel his wolf taking over him now, and as he did he grunted slightly, he bent forward. Brown fur sprouted from his back to his muzzle, and his pearly white shirt and black pants were torn into pieces, fleeing from his body as he took shape of the wolf. Immediately the large, muscular wolf sprung into action, leaping toward the girl with a high speed. Accelerating quickly, he aimed to push her against the wall, probably in an attempt to knock her out.

The wolf took a few steps back, his jaw wide open as he breathed, staring down upon the girl that had consciousness knocked out of her. He then placed his head down onto the floor upon where she lay, nudging her up onto his back with his muzzle. Once he secured her position on his back, the massive wolf turned around and began to walk slowly. Paws stepped across the rug along the stairs, his back swayed back and forth along with his movements, although the limp body was far from falling off. Familiar with the mansion once he made it up the stairs he headed toward the hallway, continuing along as the flames on the torches flickered. His mind did not think, he just continued to walk, hearing the sounds of his paws pattering along the carpet, then stone, carpet, then stone, then carpet again. Making his way toward the area of the mansion that seemed rather brighter than the rest, the doors to many guest rooms lined the hall which was lit under a large skylight, facing the other edge of the wall of the mansion. The sunlight brought warmth to the wolf as he continued down the hallway, although now occasionally looking at each door as if he were deciding. Then, at the far end, he came to a halt, standing by a door by the next entryway that led to the center of the mansion, the balcony overlooking the ballroom. He nudged the door with his head, pushing it open as he entered.

The room was vast and wide, the only light source coming from the many candles from their stands, the room being completely windowless. Although that wasn't to say that the room was completely dark, in fact it looked quite bright, white walls lined with furniture of elaborate design. At the far edge of the room lay the golden bed, and the wolf had made his way to it, placing her on top of it. He then tugged on the white silk sheet with his teeth, pulling it over her resting form. It wasn't long after that he resumed his human form once more, shifting from wolf into standing upright. Farkas made sure that she was fully tucked in, looking upon her with almost a gaze of longing. He then brushed a few stray locks off her face with one hand. "Good night, my little Wryn," he said. He did not bother with a kiss, or anything else for that matter. It will come, in time, he thought. He then moved away from the bed, getting his other preparations ready for the days yet to come.

The next morning, Farkas placed a fork into his breakfast, placing it delicately into his mouth as he let the sweet deliciousness sink into his tastebuds. Today was quite rather sunny, he thought as he chewed his food, looking up at the sunlight lighting up the whole dining room through the windows. Though, Farkas was up rather early. He had prepared the breakfast for two that sat upon he dining table during sunrise. Now he was eating alone, although rather slowly as he took breaks in between bites, slowly sipping the drink in his goblet as he did so. A book sat next to his plate, the one that he had been reading he previous day before Wryn had arrived. He was reading it in between his eating, knowing that she will wake up soon. He had placed a nice array of clothing by her bedside, as well as anything else that she may need. A towel, in case she wished to use the hot springs once more, along with other sorts of brushes and hair assortments. He knew that she may try to escape, or continue to be in the bedroom the entire day. She may even try to explore the entire place, and he took extra measures to make sure that levers were well hidden and the ways to the traps were inaccessible. He couldn't let her escape, but he couldn't let her get hurt either. But he knew that eventually she would get hungry, that she would come to the dining room. After all, his bedroom was locked and there were no other places in the mansion he would be. Maybe she was even looking for him. Some time passed, but Farkas couldn't tell how long it was. But that was when he heard approaching footsteps. The werewolf didn't even turn from his spot, smiling as he dabbed the excess food off his mouth with a small cloth.

"Good morning," he said nonchalantly, finally turning his attention to her as he continued to sit.