The brush of cool metal was similar to his own caress, but cooler, smoother, and her body shivered visibly in the restraints, her eyes slowly opening to rest her gaze upon the signet. Uncertain whether he was toying with her, or offering yet another unexpected deal, she thought about what it might feel like to have this touching her while searing red from the fire - to suffere it upon her face, or gods forfend between her thighs.<br/><br/>That was motivation enough.<br/><br/>Her head turned, lips pressing fervently to the signet, before her lips fell open to begin speaking urgently. "I am glad, m'lord... so happy to have been chosen for the honor of coming to serve your House, to be offered the privilege of this mark... I want to wear it, and boldly, where anyone might see - not hidden between my thighs, not set upon my face like some birthmark. Please, m'lord - my arm, I beg of you! Every gesture I make it will be seen, and... and I could wear it proudly like that, showing me as one of yours like an armband as warrior wear in the lists and to battle."<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked up to his, frightened, pleading - and accepting that she would have to wear his brand, begging only to be allowed to wear it someplace that did not terrify or threaten to truly disfigure her.