<div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>She continued to lean against him, not knowing what to do save run, but her legs did not work and her hands were bound. Sorcha struggled again against them again. Yet her lips brushed his hand, then his arm. Noises still fell from her mouth and she spoke the name Autolycus once more. “Clean?...clean?<em>Please…please </em>“Autolycus.<br/><br/>She still nuzzled against his face taking in the scent of the man he could not understand the words<em> you smell good</em>. The truth was  she thought he could understand on another level that even the metal man would not know.<em>We see…we see the horses soon? And the wolves?</em>Her voice was still breathy as she struggled with the drugs.<em> I do not like the cloth in my mouth.</em>The Pict believed he would understand her...<br/><br/>Then shaking her head Sorcha spat a couple of times then, though not at the Greek rather to get the taste of the cloth away and then again when she mentioned the metal men, that had forced her into a cage and the other that had bound her. She wanted to be clean from their touch upon her…yes he could ‘clean’ her so she was no longer dirty or violated. Her eyes still would not leave his.<br/><br/>"Clean..." her eyes returned then to his. "Clean"