They stared at each other as the silence stretched, Zaar standing over her with his arms crossed over his chest. Feeling vulnerable sitting on the pelts while he loomed over her, she clambered to her feet.
"Okay, I know you can't rule the universe by being nice, but you brought me chocolates and told me bedtime stories. I just didn't think you were capable of such cruelty. Fighting in a battle is one thing. But torturing a helpless man?"
He seemed to grow to twice his size. "Are you accusing me of not having omgraz'ra?"
Sarah resisted the urge to run to the corner and sit there quivering with her hands over her head. "No, I'm not, but I just can't believe you could be that cruel. And expect me to be that way, as well."
"Torturing the prisoners will not make you cruel, it will help you feel less afraid. I even had the buttons installed to ensure you do not have to touch them."