In response, Dancer's body instantly lit up with golden lightning as she summoned her essence to bolster her pain resistance. Rather than shriek and fall, as he might have intended, she calmly walked up to him, knelt down on hands and knees, and kissed the top of his boot. There was a certain servile dignity to the action, though it skirted the edges of what his brand allowed her to do.<br/><br/><strong>"Please forgive your servant her impertinence, majesty." </strong>she intoned, keeping her head down.