He gave a dry chuckle and his hand slid back up to her cheek as she knelt.  He rubbed the dry proof of her humiliation lightly before withdrawing his hand.  "I like this one," he murmured.<br/><br/>"Does that mean you'll want her tonight?"<br/><br/>"Not till later, just make sure she's healed and clean before you bring her to my quarters.  Now off with you, I know you're eager to break in your new toy."  With that he turned and moved back to the fireplace, gazing up at a portrait of a beautiful and regal woman hung above it and lifting a glass of deeply red wine to sip.<br/><br/>"Thank you Father," Brom answered as he bowed and then reached to grip Felicity's hair.  "Lucky little tart, seems you've caught his eye."