<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, so now he's ignoring me? Well, we'll see how long that lasts.</span><br/><br/>She followed quietly, thinking of as many ways to make this guy's life a living hell as she could, scarcely listening as he gave her a run-down of how things were going to work. Or, rather, how he thought things were going to work.<br/><br/>Celia crossed her arms and glared evenly at him, "Couple problems there,<span style="font-style: italic">mate</span>. One, I always disobey, less there's something in it for me. Two, I don't take orders, unless I'm being paid. Three, I don't give a care to what you do to me, I can assure you I am not a slave, nor will I ever be," She paused, seeming to think, "Although I think I could end up a whore with proper coaxing. Name's Celia," She bowed low, cursing the dress she was in for not having cleavage. Bowing in the tavern had been fun, this was utterly boring.