What with the Queen of Hearts and Anna, the Knave had a thing about controlling and being controlled. He was supposed to be Cyrus's master, yes, but he hated the idea of it and didn't want to refer or think about it anymore then he could help.

"I never thought about it like that but that makes sense," he said as he shifted around a little to get more comfortable. "It must be hell to be outside, get all used to things and then get shoved back into that bottle."