She looked at him at his sarcastic remark and then glared at him.  She couldn't help herself.  She wanted to kick him and run but she knew that with the dagger to her throat it wouldn't work.  When he lowered the dagger she was more shocked than anything.  She noticed he didn't move and her own awareness of him grew.  The breaths were heavy but slowing from the excitement.  She looked at him closely "If I knew of a suitable escort Id surely get them "<br/><br/>She moved a bit and tried to kick him not knowing if it was going to work or even if it would be something that he would react to.  Her body was pinned and she felt helpless but she wasn't.  She could kick.  She only wished her legs were stronger.