Zira held Crowley's gaze for a moment more, before looking to Kakia. He shook his head. "I do not wish you to stop. Not yet. Continue. Do not stop until I can no longer stand." Another dozen or so lashes, he thought, and he'd be on his knees. It wasn't the number he cared about. He wanted to watch Crowley's face, as he took the beating, the leather whip snapping against his skin.