<em>I don't think she is going to kill me, otherwise I'd be dead by now.</em>But, that thought is little consolation at this point.  He remains still, it was not like his struggles had gotten him anywhere.  He must try to conserve his strength, wait for the right moment.  He cannot help but squirm a little as her fingernails move over his chest.<br/><br/>"Jules, my name is Jules," he says, hiding his true name.  He was no mage, but he knew better than to give out his true name to anyone, and certainly not a sorceroress.  He can feel the cool air against the skin of his legs now.  About the only thing left intact is his underwear, and not sure how long those would last.<br/><br/>"Look, I am sorry if I did steal a drink....  I didn't know that the pool belong to anyone...  the last time it is mentioned being owned was centuries ago."  Jules looks to his captress.  "Can we come to some sort of understanding?  I...  I am not sure what you want..." he trails off, quite sure that it is useless.