Puternic's hand stopped on Neride's lower back and began to massage it, even if the corset preventing any kind of contact with her soft skin. The male's thoughts were fast in imagining how easy it would be to take her skin for the finest silk. He began to breathe faster. But her heart was also speeding. Still with his eyes locked on hers, Puternic asked seriously concerned about her welfare.<br/><br/>"Are you well, Neride? Do these gremlins frighten you?"