"Ahhhhhhhh  a man of the classics eh?"<br/>Raven concentrates furrowing her brow.<br/>"Right, then when I'm captured in my inapropriate, strategically torn evening gown, either in the baking dessert or the hot sticky jungle, by the natives, of whatever tribe, but who are intent on evil doings."<br/>She took a breath.<br/>"I have to say, "Could you please tie me spread eagled or the dashing hero won't be bothered coming to get me", have I got that straight?"<br/>