Adjusting her position so that her weight rests on his hips, Ithi'Ka smiles in reply.  A few loose tendrils of her hair dangle toward his face, and her voice is soft and musical when she laughs with a closed mouth, her silvery eyes gliting.  "Such a man, aren't you?"  She shrugs gently and readusts, grinding her leather-clad hips over his as she traces the knife over the skin of his cheek, his temple and neck.  "Beaten by a little drow... I am not even at the top of my game, Roland.  I am weaker than ever... distracted, uncertain.   And I still could have killed you?"  She grins.  "Let us talk.  You can live through this if you cooperate."  She continues searching his belongings for notes, keys, signifying marks or pieces of evidence of any sort.  "I am short of time, so... I will torture you to death if I get bored, is this clear?"<br/><br/>The tip of the long knife rests in one nostril as she speaks.  "Your actions have made you powerful enemies.  Tonight, I report to a Karnaathi contact, and your actions will find the attention of a military major... one who will not be happy about your actions.  Then, your hide will have value."  She grins.  "I simply will hold you until the bounty is worth collecting."  Shrugging, she tips the knife against the inner nostril, teasing with the wicked tip.  "Or you can buy me off.  Which will it be?"