"I can do gentle," she teases. "I'll just use the silk ropes, and the whip, instead of the scourge."<br/><br/>She laughs as she makes her way out of the building, shooting him a playful look, before vanishing into the shadows.<br/><br/>The nobleman was hugging his son, and still weeping; it'll be a few minutes more before he calms enough to speak. "I cannae thank ye enough, lad... ye've done me a right honor, tonight. How'd ye even know it were happening?"