W'ineton merely smiled, a smile that crept upon her lips and twinkled in her eyes as she leaned in and whispered in a soft husk tone. A tone that had not been heard by many men before, a voice that was used many years ago to gain the power and position she was in now. But she had not forgotten it, and she had not forgotten how power was wielded in the city of the damned.<br/><br/>''Ah but merely a head and a torso would not give one the will the live any more, and you underestimate the strength of a lady, sir. If you would, ever, come to such feats of strength to rob my from my limbs, I doubt you would be able to keep a body like that alive from itself. And I do believe I'm more worth Alive then dead, an advantage I have on you. Your words rolling over your silken tongue that followed those insolent and thoughtless threats mean nothing any more, if I have to fear for my precious body around you, do they? Would you come with a captor that has mocked you in your own house, in your own world for that matter? I've lived my live, and I do intend to keep my head do not get me wrong, but I see great adventure in such a proposal. Especially in refusing it.''<br/><br/>Winnie gathered her hands and stroked the side of her guardswoman, letting her nails squeegee underneath the rough leather of her faithful servant. She knew the girl, and the stench of a woman's love was tainting her skin right as she stood besides her mistress. It would have costed her a night in the red room of pain, but for now Winnie could not care less about such frivolities.<br/><br/>''Tell your master you have failed, because if you try to succeed I will try my very best, to serve your head in todays stew. I wonder how much the locals would pay for a sinfully wrong supper tonight.''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>