"They won't be happening again," she said forcefully as she lead him down the corridor, feeling a little more in control for herself now she'd managed to get rid of the mental image of him chained up in her dungeon.
She kicked open the second door with her foot, not wanting to let go of him, then pulled him into the previously mentioned drawing room, full of large wooden furniture and a fireplace at the far end of the room. "I can't believe I got the right room first time," she said turning in his arms. "And there are walls in here, should you wish to take the aforementioned option."