"Well, I'm sending for some food anyway. If you don't eat it, then I will." Damien said. He was getting hungry himself anyway. He went out to the hallway and called for a servant. He told him to bring a large tray of food and watched as he ran off. Then he returned to the bathroom. "It was no problem, really." he told him. He wanted to show that he wasn't a bad guy. No matter what it took.

Ressan kept his black eyes locked onto the prince's face as he returned to the room. He smiled just slightly and accepted the food, placing the tray on the edge of the tub, nodding his thanks to Damien. He was starving, but he paced himself as he ate, determined to prove that he wasn't a monster, and, maybe, he might be let free if he was good. He hated that he had to stoop this low at a chance of freedom, but he was ready to do just about anything to not go back to those cells. His gaze shifted slowly to the large window, watching the big clouds in the blue sky above with longing. It had been quite awhile since he had last flown free, and he was craving to stretch his wings above all else.

Damien watched Ressan eat. He was hungry himself, but he could wait a while longer. He wasn't starving, after all, like the dragon looked to be. He could tell that the other didn't want to go back to his cell, but he couldn't just let him go. "... When your done your going to need to return to your cell." he reluctantly told him. He didn't want to keep him locked up, but he really wasn't able to let him go. Maybe he could arrange for him to get some time outside at times. But that would be the best he could do.

Ressan frowned and looked back at Damien, his eyes full of sadness and dull fear. "Please..." His voice was low and gravely; he hated begging like this, but there was no way he could go back to those dank, dark cells. Ress needed light, wind, the sun...they were part of his life, and he couldn't live without them. "Please...there has to be some way... I could be your servant or...something, anything..." He trailed off, gazing at the prince imploringly. His tail hung limply over the side of the tub, and he hitched up a little puppy dog face in hopes to melt the young man's heart. Some might call it taking advavntage of the prince; Ress called it being resourceful.

Damien instantly felt bad about saying it. He thought about what he said. "I guess that could work. But if you tried to run, I won't be able to stop the guard from killing you. Which they won't hesitate to do." he told him. He didn't want to have to lock him up again. He didn't like having to lock up anybody. But it was always necessary. But he couldn't do it to Ressan. Not again. It wouldn't be right since he really didn't do anything wrong.

Ressan's expresison didn't lighten, but he let out a small sigh of relief. Though being someone's personal servant wasn't exactly what one would call 'ideal', it was much better than being locked up in the dark for days on end. Besides, maybe he could come to like this prince eventually. "So, how long am I gonna have to stay here? I haven't committed any crimes, I haven't killed any one, I haven't stolen anything...and I doubt your guards could kill me. No offense, but no human is a match for a dragon." He smiled, a strange glitter deep in his jet-black eyes. His tail began to flick slightly; he was itching for a good fight. At least in the forest he could battle with the wild boars; those nasties put up a fight that tired Ress out for hours, and fed him for days.

"I haven't decided how long your going to be staying. I need to review what has been charged against you and decide from that." Damien said. The worse the crime, the longer someone was in. But he was sure that Ressan wouldn't be in very long. It wasn't like he really did anything wrong, right. "I'll have someone gather clothes for you. You can't go around naked in the castle." he added. He knew that it would be hard to find clothes that would fit him, bu the would try.

Ressan crossed his arms, casting a withering glance in Damien's direction. "Charges? The only thing I did was look different, and that's not my fault." He looked away, sighing as he closed his eyes. "Clothes? Good luck." He waited for sounds of the other man leaving, almost laughing at how fruitless his errand would be. Ress had to make all his own clothes; the shape of his legs just didn't work with human clothes. His joints were shaped differently, and, no matter how hard he tried, straight human pants didn't allow him enough moving room.

Damien looked around for large baggy pants that he thought would fit Ressan. It took a while, but he eventually found them. He even found a large shirt. Satisfied with that, he returned to the bathroom. "Here. These should work." he said, holding them out. If they didn't fit, he would have the seamstress make the dragon something. But he wasn't going around without his clothes on. It would make the others uncomfortable.

Ressan stayed in the bath for a little bit after Damien left, but eventually stood and sat on the edge of the tub, so he wouldn't get wrinkly. He wasn't very happy about his current situation, but it could be worse; his mind kept flicking back to those horrible cells. Being free was ideal, but that apparently couldn't happen.

Ress's head snapped to the doorway as he heard the prince reenter the room. He cracked a grin and chuckled. "I already told you, human pants won't work." He stood once again and flexed his powerful leg muscles, crouching so the joints showed in sharp relief against the scales. "Straight legs pants don't bend this way."

"These aren't straight pants legs." Damien stated. He had known that regular pants wouldn't work. Which was why he spent extra time searching for ones that were extremely baggy. So that they should work for him. "If these don't fit, I'll have some made for you."