Alistair slipped into the Owl room quiet as a church mouse and interrupted with a melodramatic flail of his arm.  "Martha, if the girl wishes to scream, I say let her!  She's alone, scared.  Naked.  I'd scream too."  He smiled playfully as he stalked along and watched them.<br/><br/>"The poor girl is right, she has done nothing wrong!  She is an innocent victim in all of our goings-on.  Perhaps we should be forgiving."  He stepped up behind Christine and yanked back her head, exposing her neck and chin. "I mean just<em>look </em>at this face.  I bet she's never even touched a man, yet here we are whipping her?  What cruel monsters we be?"  He lolled his head down and gave her an upside down smile.  "We should at least tell her what is going on.  What is going on, my dear little girl, is that you are ours with all the rights, privilages and duties therein contained."