Jonah tried to remain calm with the captive raised the sidearm. Even knowing it wasn’t loaded, it still jarred to see a weapon trained on one of the few people left in the galaxy that he could trust.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was predictable that she relented. Jonah’s suspicions were confirmed; she was no bounty hunter. Yet Vahl quickly stepped in to prove that the initial threat had not been a bluff. What was the girl’s game now? Was she trying to impress them? Trying to save her own skin? Or was she - as it certainly appeared - actually herself impressed at the sight of Vahl’s two mighty members? Jonah couldn’t blame her. They<em>were</em>impressive. And she handled them quite skillfully for someone who had initially had such an air of inexperience about her.<br/><br/>“Well,” Jonah mused, walked around the two of them, watching everything she did. Vahl certainly seemed to be enjoying it. Jonah could feel a stirring in his own pants, but at this stage he decided that two dicks were enough to give the girl to work with. “Seems like you do have some specialist skills after all. Did you happen to suck the dicks of any important, gangster types on Primor? Vahl, do we know of any females in the Drackamorr who are prone to jealousy?”<br/><br/>From the look on Vahl’s face, Jonah wasn’t sure the reptilian was even listening. And perhaps they answer didn’t matter anyway. If the captive continued to be as obliging as she was being now, then maybe there really<em>were</em>considerations aside from just handing her over for the bounty.<br/>