He continues to hold the woman, feeling her growing vulnerability. A strange one, this woman. He looks down at her when she asks her question.<br/><br/>"I would do a great deal for you - or the other woman of this town. You know that I have obeyed you all in work, occasionally bearing your ire..." But he shakes his head. "But no, I would not die for you. Perhaps some day. If I there was something I could defend, or hold onto, or die knowing I had it, by obeying such an order. But my life is not so cheap to throw it away. Not to me."