“Smart idea Warlord.” She responded with a chuckle. “It’s a truly terrible smell but it’s only used in repulsion runes and charms. The ones I’m going to be marking us with are for equal power exchange and mutual arousal. So you’ll simply have to deal with smelling like rose oil and sage for a few days.” With a wink she slipped the leather back into her mouth and closed her eyes, mentally preparing for the next mark.<br/><br/>As she expected the one on her hip was far more painful than the one on her shoulder. She clenched down on the leather and screamed loudly. If not for his position keeping her hips pinned they would’ve jerked and effectively ruined the mark. It was over far quicker though and the cream applied swiftly so she was able to breath for a moment.<br/><br/>Pulling the leather out of her mouth she sat up and then ever so slowly got to her feet still nude but somehow almost vulnerable now. There was something almost soft about her, fragile. Perhaps it's because he was the only man to ever see her in actual pain be it physical or emotional. Or maybe it was simply because now this agreement was becoming a reality and that made her nervous.<br/><br/>Quickly as the moment began it passed and she straightened up the cool mask falling back into place, but there was something softer in her gaze a deeper understanding of this bond between mistress and man. Especially when she looked at his wounded hand burned so deep in places she could see the shine of muscle, it had to be agony.  “I understand.” She stated as she placed her hands by her side and stood before him. “I am eager to learn more about this ritual.”