His hand rose, unbidden, to caress over Elena's cheek. It was brave of her to admit it, and showed more trust than she had been capable of only a few minutes before.
"And this should change my plans for the next hour?" he asked her. It was a softer version of the question that he had in his mind. Whether she liked it or not, she was a slave now, and unless he planned to sell her as a virgin, to the highest bidder, she would be his in every way.