Oriana lifted an eyebrow when he said he'd let her keep her name. "I don't recall asking you." she says simply. Making no move of agression. Stumbling foreward abit on her upper half as the rug deposited her next to him. She looks up at him. He was seeming to be like most men. Arrogant and so sure that everything and everyone would do as he desired. She looks at him. Remembering his words on if she's good. "And you shall learn that I am far from good...I tend to like mischief and playfulness...its far more satisfying than being good." she says in a playful and mischiveous voice. Her cheeks go a deeper shade of red and the blush spreads downwards across her body. She'd never let anyone, male or female, see her naked.<br/><br/>She looks at Seina. Smiling warmly at her. And catches her gaze. Her eyes telling her not to fear her. She held no hatred towards women. No malice towards this girl for what she was haing to do. She lowers her gaze. She wished now that her sisters mind reading ability had been hers rather than healing and resurrection...as the two tended to go hand in hand with one another. But at the moment mind reading would be so much more helpful. Or telepathy like that of her older brother had. She missed them...all of them. She shakes her head once to clear her thoughts.<br/><br/>She looks back at Zaine. "If your intending to scare me Lord Zaine...then you have not succeeded. I've been in wars...I've seen and been through much more than one should go through in life." she says honestly. "The drow don't fight nice. And are even less kind to other races of elves captured...save for the blood elves." she says softly but still very honestly. Looking out the nearby window for a moment then back at him. "I've no doubt in my mind that while you are the lesser of two evils...you are still very much an evil man." she says simply. Looking down at the ground as mere moments later...she was sitting on the ground naked. She makes no move to get into his lap.<br/><br/>Lance blinks. He should've known his master was faking. Yet for some reason...he always seemed to overlook this fact. He looks at him as his hands moved up his leg. As shivers traveled through his body as the hands moved on them. "That's completely invalid to the point." he says in a growl. Closing his eyes. He had to bite his lip to keep from half moaning and half crying out in pain and delight. He liked it when his master played rough.<br/><br/>"Now get up! Or your going to miss dinner and if you do...I won't sneak you out any late night snacks." he says. Grinning darkly. His eyes sparkling with caring for his master. In his own dark way he loved his master and wasn't afraid to let him see it. Didn't even care if his master returned the sentiment or not. It meant nothing more than being an emotion he had. He was also fiercely loyal to his master. And nothing and no one would ever change that.