'Mmm. I'm not sure if he deserves it, but I see no reason my enjoyment should be curtailed.'
She took sip of the martini Zira had offered, murmuring her aproval, tonguing one of the olives out and sucking on the fruit for a moment as she looked at the subject of their conversation. With her free hand she reached forward, tugging on that rope sash and letting it fall open, a brow lifting delicately in appreciation as she took in his form, naked save the gates that held him.