"I do not care for, nor attempt to vie for your 'respect'."  The Queen responded with a sneer.  "The only thing I expect you to do is please me.  Now do so, or i'll be glad to put you back up against the wall!"  It was an order, clenched through teeth, more of a hiss.  Still, Darion had pushed her hand away, and she hadn't resisted that.  In fact, despite the order, the hisses, the threats, she was still laying on her back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>