<div align="center"><em>Autolycus , with Sorcha in the Servant Baths</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>"Sor-kha..." he spoke softly, looking at her. She was scared.<em>Still</em>. Trying to dig through the wall with her shoulder blades by the looks of it. Muttering in that strange language of hers. He saw her eyes dart towards the door, back to him, back to the door. Clearly, she was contemplating escape.<br/><br/>Good thing he'd locked the door. Good thing he hadn't taken off her wrist-restrains.<br/><br/>And damn her for wanting to get away from him.<br/><br/>"There really is nothing to be afraid of," he said, sounding irritated now. He was doing his best, the Gods knew. Doing his best to stay calm, be patient and kind, to keep talking to her because though she could not understand his words he hoped a soothing tone might calm her but no matter how nice he was it seemed she simply did not want to be here, with him. That vexed him. She'd wanted to be with him before. Yes, she'd been drugged out of her mind at the time, but still...<br/><br/>Sighing, Autolycus returned the strigil to the ring on his belt and poured some more oil into his palm, then rubbed his hands together to spread it evenly over both palms, warming it a little as he did.<br/><br/>"I'm going to put this oil on your body now, alright?" He said, trying for that soothing tone once more. He had to be patient. Knew the Pict would not change, in just a few hours, from a wild, feral, terrified thing to...- What? A nice, docile, sweet girl...? No, she'd never be that.<br/><br/>He stepped towards her, lifting his hands as he got close.<br/><br/>He hoped she'd let him touch her, at least. Let him run his oiled hands over her naked skin. Yes, if she'd just allow him to do that he'd be pleased enough.