His full attention is held then, watching on with the kind of focus this demonstration deserves. Only when Gortash looks up to speak at the end does his expression shift from seriousness to something more befitting light entertainment. It's misrepresenting the amount of attention he had been directing to the human, but there's a hierarchy of power here and he has his reasons to continue to keep Gortash at the very bottom of it.

He doesn't care to lie about the fact he's impressed regardless.

Though his hands reach up and rest either side of Gortash's shoulders. Given the last time they were there, he's not in a rush to clarify either way if they are likely to engage in a repeat of that.

"Yes, I am unsurprised you want your claws back."

The now deeply amused look tugging at his features is likely enough to confirm the answer to that. Though he doesn't blame the human for trying.

"But here is the problem. If I let you run around here like a freerange pet, what might be stopping you from trying to weasel your way out of the temple?" He drops his eyes now and looks down at Gortash holding out the manacles, but doesn't move to take them. He has no intention of taking them, but he does look past them to the shape of the man's body and decides almost immediately that he he needs that need sating now.

"What would you suggest is an acceptable reward for this demonstration?"