Drinian only hoped that Priscilla's plan to make the death of the sailor look like a hanging over the starboard of the ship didn't cast suspicion on them.<br/><br/>"Could you tell me what you are going to do before you do it next time?" Drinian inquired.  But Priscilla wasn't paying attention.  Instead, she laid her head down in Drinian's lap to rest.<br/><br/>He wasn't repulsed, but this was definitely uncomfortable for him.  He did not love Priscilla the way he loved Amora.  Priscilla was complicating matters at a very inconvenient time.  Still, he knew she was lonely and probably hadn't had proper affection from a man in a long time and she was starved for attention.<br/><br/>"We need to get some sleep, Priscilla.  It would be much more comfortable if you lay your head against my shoulders.  You know, you remind me of a sister I never had."<br/><br/>But Priscilla saw right through Drinian.  "So, you still don't love me like you love Amora?  I mean look at her; I don't know much about her, but she loves Lotor more!"<br/><br/>But Drinian changed the subject.  "Do you think you have friends on board this ship?  While we can wait until we reach land, I need to know if we can rely on anybody to help us.  And no, we're not going to use sex to get our way."<br/><br/>Priscilla frowned.  "Aww, your too much of a gentleman.  Well, I've only ridden this ship once before - so, no, I don't know anyone on board except you and Lotor."<br/><br/>But it was Drinian who was falling asleep from the exhaustion of the day.  His eyelids were heavy; Priscilla moved his head onto her lap knowing he wasn't completely awake now.  Gently petting his hair, she promised, "We're going to be together Drinian.  I don't care what anyone says.  I'm a much better woman now that you are here.  You'll see.  You and I will be King and Queen, and Amora will be our friend.  All three of us will show Lotor."