She nods, in approval, then directs him to the altar. "Lie down," she orders, waiting until he has lain down on the altar, moving along the side of it. "Technical Sergeant Caiaphas Murphy Kilgore, will you serve me?" she asks, carefully pronouncing his name, uncannily almost exactly the same way he said it to her, before. As she does so, he can feel a slight..<em>tug,</em>as if there were dozens of tiny hooks, embedded in his skin, being gently pulled upon.