Limit Testing.

"Do you want to acquire the throne of the Grand Alcana Empire?" 

"Why are you asking me this?" Prometheus replied defensively, his eyes reflecting a shade of caution.

"Simply answer the question. Do you or do you not want the throne?" Lucius repeated, tightening his grasp over his neck.

The growing pressure over his neck region rendered it difficult for Prometheus to smoothly breathe. Looking into Lucius' eyes, he found the latter to be seriously awaiting an answer.

'Dam-mit, if I do-nt give h-im a-an answer, he m-might kill me!' 

Exhaling a heavy sigh, he replied, "Yes."

"Why?" came the question.

Growing serious himself, Prometheus exclaimed, "Because it's mine!" A fierce flame of desire and zeal brightly glowed in the depths of his eyes. 

Staring into his eyes for a few seconds, Lucius then released his grip over Prometheus and let him drop to the floor.