[ His gaze follows the man's movement to his throat, acutely aware that his own neck still has the ropes around it, albeit no longer constricting him. It's an odd gesture, the pinpricks of curiosity tempting him, but Reign pushes it aside. ]

No one hurt me. [ The words come out a little too quickly despite trying to be nonchalant about it. Of course a human wouldn't dare to do something like this to a vampire, not unless they've the backing of someone powerful. Or under the influence of one. He's also aware that the humans who arrived here are not the same as the ones from his world, but he can't take any chances if it's a vampire instead who used this man.

Reign closes his eyes, then opens it again, and if the man had missed it earlier, he would now notice that Reign has slit irises. Not only that, a soft scent begins to waft around them, gripping the stranger in a chokehold of fearful compliance. When he speaks, his tone is lower, softer: ] You seemed to be enjoying yourself quite nicely earlier. I've not seen an Art like you before. Your Master (or Mistress) has quite the peculiar taste. Who is it? Tell me.

[ He doesn't want to frighten the man too much, just enough dose of fear. After all, they're still bound to each other and things could get testy. Hopefully his presumption is wrong. ]