Steele already had an idea in mind. He pulled out his Combat Knife, ready to have some fun. He closed in from behind the man, unfortunately for Daemon, the applicant spoke.
"Let me say what I have come to say. After that you may do with me as you wish"
Daemon looked at the Commandant who merely nodded. Disappointed, Daemon returned to his corner. He kept his knife out though, looking at it menacingly.
