Oh, my ehffing god, I may be in love with Sasha! Definitely in lust, but Hawt Damn... Vincent is lucky it's been established how much he loved Mae already, or the spell she's just weaved might tear all his proud manly thoughts of self-preservation and aptitude to itty bitty kitty litter and he could dribble all melty-like to the floor, licking her pointy-toed boot.<br/><br/>"Yes, mistress! Please, may I have another?" *shiver*