<hr/><div align="center"><em>Autolycus, pleased to have such a willing subject <br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>Autolycus’ eyes widened as she reached down to touch his fingers, touch herself and then she spoke to him, or seemed to speak to him, in some barbaric tongue. The woman was almost free of her restraints now, but that did not worry him much. Though she was clearly more awake then before the drugs would take a long time to wear off, she would be woozy and easy to handle and in the meantime she was certainly very willing to have all manner of things done to her.<br/><br/>His hand wrestled with hers, both wanting to pleasure her and though this amused him for a bit he soon grew annoyed. “No,” he said, pushing her hands out of the way. “Let me.” He didn’t want her to bring herself off. He wanted to be the one to do it.<br/><br/>“Here,” Grabbing one of her hands with his own free hand he guided it to his own body. He placed it not on the bulge in his tunica. No, he was rather hoping she´d find that on her own… But placed it instead on his chest where she could feel his quick breathing, his strong heartbeat.<br/>