Jamie could see the distaste in Jazzer's expression, and went to work on preparing the neko. He lathered her head to foot in the sticky honey; apologizing as he rubbed over her more sensitive areas. A sprinkle of salt and pepper over the glaze and he got the large pole. He bound her hands, ankles and midsection to the pole and placed her over the open fire.<br/>"I'm sorry about this..." He mutters as he spins the spit, rotating the neko over the fire...