<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>"Not dirty, that’s right," Autolycus said, pleased she understood.<br/><br/>He shuffled closer, putting his hands up as he did, showing his empty palms before reaching for the gag that troubled her so. "Let me just get this…" his fingertips bushed her cheeks before slipping between her skin and the cloth. Slowly, he pulled it forward out of her mouth then down so it was dangling around her neck along with the collar.<br/><br/>"There," he said. "That's better."<br/><br/>His hands were still on her face and he used them to till her head upward so he might look into her dark eyes.<br/><br/>"It won't be so bad," he told her, "You may even like it."