Kryner watched as when he told her lights out she let her head lul forward and arms relaxed in her lap. "There ya go all limp and loose, now we're going to have some fun. You're going to be my mannequin, what pose I put you in, so strong, so sturdy and so powerful. Like iron you won't move for anything or anyone, you are a statue, your head will move and talk, but the body parts I touch will be stiff and stone." He instructed as he lifted her arms to properly cradle her lovely chest and set her legs out straight. Lifting her head up he snapped his fingers and her body was stiff as a board but she was awake, no little one, and she last remembered Kryner telling her to sleep originally. "Hi there Del doing some stretches?" He asked her while she seemed stiff and rigid except her neck and head.<br/><br/>Charles nodded, "Yes I did mean what I said last night... ah shit I forget what I said leading up to it though." The two had a fair share of drinking. "I remember driving us home before we polished off that bottle of Corosia Royale, but then the next thing I know is I'm telling you I love a high caliber and don't drop the shell." He was referring to his pistols and of course the double entendre about women. "I don't really do one night stands, I mean I use to when I was a tad younger, but last woman I was with taught me some things that no one else had. Look at what kinda gun you are, find the right caliber that will travel from you to meet the mark... of course y'know hehe it's only my second day knowing ya and all, and it's kinda fishy since your hubby ain't around n' all but I am honest when I mean I enjoyed talking with ya last night." He told her as he sizzled the chicken and told her to toss in the goodies. Getting the noodles into the broth the two were beholding a stove chalk full of goodies.