"And you seem to like it," she replies, getting up and pacing her way around him. "You<span style="font-style: italic">liked</span>being up my rear, didn't you?~" she asks, wiggling her rump and smacking it gently.<br/><br/>Artair's head is tilted down, eyes squeezed tight shut, his left hand covering the bloody stump at his shoulders. Tears run down his face and he's having a hard time not just breaking down and sobbing there and then. Poor little Arty.