Dont waste my time

The tyrant thumped the tree that housed the squirral-man. He had already taught the man a lesson in his fruitless endeavor for freedom. In truth, he had had little time to tutor the willful imp in the ways of servant. Now, he was putting some distance between himself and Deathbelle, and didnt want this loose thread hanging around her untrained.

Besides, this man had wasted away enough of his life, and Sirius had no patience for self pity and slothfulness.

"Get up, you and I are going to have a heart to heart" the tyrannal warlord would say, voice dry and mildly amused. Weather the man moved or not, Sirius would continue. "You have one shot at freedom, because let's be frank, your not going to beat me without help. Do you want to earn your freedom or waste away in this tree, useless and stagnant."