Well, the freedom with which he touched her was just plain undignified.  The sound of the hounds and the feel of his hands upon her skin, so intimately close, was enough to have her wiggling once more.  If nothing else, she hoped to slow him down by being a bit more of a bothersome burden.<br/><br/>His grip was firm upon her buttock, and those intruding fingers were more and more of an upset for her.  Despite the closeness to her sex, however, there was not even a hint of that elven sensual nature.  This drow was frightening with his strength and ability to take a high-elven mage so easily, and any thoughts that might have been sexual were dimmed by the fear that she might not even live through the night.