GoodFellow grinned broadly at her declaration of independence. She was certainly sunning herself with her bravado. It looked good on her. He allowed her to bask in it. Take in as much as she could tolerate. All the way up to the point where even she knew she had stepped in it way to far and could smell the reek from where she was sitting.<br/><br/>It was all part of training. Let her feel her wild oats. Let her enjoy that anger, that frustration. She had declared war to a man who wished to mud wrestle in a cage match.  As the Americans say. It was one.<br/><br/>GoodFellow got on his hands and knees beside the bed. Sometimes it was a guess. Sometimes it was knowing the other persons behavior. Sometimes it was noticing something under the bed that was bigger than dust bunnies. However he knew to look it was the fact that he did. His long arms under there hoping he didn't finding anything unpleasant as he groped blindly.<br/><br/>A moment later he pulled out the treasure. GoodFellow checked it carefully. He took his time because he knew the only way out was thumb locked shut. It was locked to his print when he entered so he was not worried that she might dash out the door.<br/><br/>As a matter of fact he was giving her a few more minutes as he fussed with the chain to do just that. It would just add to the excitement and wear her out all that sooner. Mostly his excitement. He could almost taste the flavor of her perfume when he thought about pressing her body against him as she struggled. His ear keenly listening for any movement from her as he was about ready to turn and come for her.<br/><br/>"You were quite clear, Astrid. I'm glad we both see it the same way," GoodFellow said cheerfully. "I'm thinking mud wrestling. What about you?"<br/><br/>