Kalys grabbed her wrist, leaned back into her and turned, a short movement making her fingers drop the dagger into the dirt without hurting her.  Fingers intertwining with hers,  his other arm came around her waist pulling her in close, now nose to nose with her.  "If I am your prisoner then let me be a willing captive...you will find that you need to draw no weapon on me."  Grey orbs locked with her eyes.  "Stuck until dinner?  That sounds delightful.  My mother always said "Kalys", he mimicked her voice in such a way that only lent itself to hyperbole, "a woman isn't going to fall out of the sky and into your arms."  Wonder if she'd laugh if she knew how wrong she was?"  His eyes didn't leave hers for a second.  She could have tried to kill him just then if she'd suspected anything.<em>Good.  You should be more aware of your surroundings anyway.</em>his cold professionalism warned him.<br/><br/>((good morning! sorry i've been away for a time but work happens!  hope you slept well!))