<div align="center"><em>Autolycus , giving Sorcha a little demonstration</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRQFZ7vRjq82b9wFMqqyD9rLGyz-SQkOsQQMYcTTY1F1m5NOPIgqA)</div>"Clean," Autolycus echoed, looking back into her eyes with a steady gaze. She was scared, still, despite it being just him and her, no Dominus, no guards and he had not harmed her yet. He had no intention of harming either. He wished she weren't so frightened. Then again... maybe he should be glad she was. Frightened was better than angry, better than that wild, fierce mood she'd been in before, when she'd bitten off the guard's ear.<br/><br/>He could deal with frightened.<br/><br/>"We'll need to get you to your feet first, come on," he said as he moved his hands from her face to her upper arms and began to help her up.<br/><br/>Once he had her standing he felt maybe a little demonstration was in order.<br/><br/>He took the small vial of oil he'd taken from the cupboard before, now dangling from a ring on his belt along with a strange bronze implement about 10 inches long. He poured the oil onto his lower arm, rubbed it in, then took the metal implement and used it to scrape off the oil along with the dirt and grime that had covered him leaving a nice, clean patch of skin.<br/><br/>"Clean," he said, looking up at her. "See?"