Driscoll was beginning to think that this was all some sort of sick joke. His queen didn't really expect him to take her to a bed with him, did see? Of course she did....A whore like himself was far better at pillow talk than small talk. If he was going to get anything out of her, he was going to have to soften her up and put her in a daze...Unless she took the absolute lead and tired him before he tired her. A woman of her age though shouldn't be able to keep up with him.<br/><br/>"Uh...", he stammered, looking for words. There was no lying about this one, not without being seen right through. "A room has been prepared," he said, "If you would prefer a more....private conversation..."