He groaned, writhing as she tortured him. A little bit of pleasure and pain. "Gods! Stop!" he shuddered and moaned at her mercy. "Alright..." he panted. "We met about a month ago. We're going into business together." He fed her a little bit of truth to swallow with the lie. Russell didn't know if she would be able to tell an outright lie. "He tolerates me because of my ties to the Royal Pack of England."