With a loud grunt, the Baron spills his seed into the elf's mouth and throat.  "Mmm..."  He smiles and releases his grip.  "Well, now I know you can take abuse, but I should have guessed that much from your very presence in this Trial."  Closing his robes, the Baron unties the rope from the base of the statue.  "I'll be more considerate, if you continue to behave well, my dear elf.  And just to show you I'm a good sport, I'll even let you keep the rope."  With one last grin, he vanishes in a puff of blue smoke.