Amora watched as he ate, fiddling with the edge of her skirt. She still did not want to be there, she would rather sleep and keep away from this demon. His request took her offguard. Daintily picking up the cloth, while keeping her eye on Gemsgrald, she first rubbed her face and neck, feeling her pores open from the steam. Next, the exposed parts of her arms and legs. She had some idea of what he wanted, but she preferred to avoid that intention as best she could. She did not want to lose her dignity and selfrespect at this demon's hand.