The hobgoblin grunted. "Who said you were getting a choice?" he said. "You'll come with me, like all the others... once I catch my breath," he said, still lying heavily on top of her, his powerful, muscular body shifting with each breath. It seems that she'd worn him out pretty thoroughly; he<em>looked</em>like he'd rather simply fall asleep where he lay, using her as a cushion, more than anything else!