His body sagged momentarily as the air freed him from the hum of its imprisonment. He drew in a steadying breath between half-parted lips and slowly glanced back up at her, his own eyes hidden beneath his lashes. He watched her contemplation, sensing the devious scheming taking place.<br/><br/>As soon as she spoke her words he scoffed, knowing no good could come out of those throaty purrs. Suddenly, there was a chill along his spine. A dawning realization that there were things worse than death, worse than being devoured by spiders. He did not care if he goaded her into action against him.<br/><br/>"You are not well known for your mercy, milady. Nor your altruism," he said defiantly. "And what does the infamous spider-bitch have planned for me?"