He nodded, curtly and just the once, and his hand fell loose. His arm stayed resting loosely over her shoulders, perhaps a little possessively, but her chest was free. He leaned back into the deep seat and bought his drink to his lips, sipping it often and draining the pale brown fluid little by little. "I mustn't be punishing you well enough." He mused aloud, but it was a joke. For a moment it seemed like that was all he had to offer, but then he continued.<br/><br/>"It is good that you enjoy the easier times. It is likely the next few days - up until these friends of yours visit, and likely for a time after - will be hard. I need you to remember that, when those who used to be closest to you pin you, hurt you and rape you." The force in each verb was unintentional, but no less obvious for it. "Remember that when I forgive you it will get better... And so you'll put up with your punishment in silent obedience." He turned to plant a soft, fleeting half-kiss to her bare shoulder, then drained the last of his drink and gave her the glass. "Get someone to wash that, then come to my room and warm my bed."<br/><br/>He departed, went up, and prepared to let himself sleep without much further ado.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>