The lionness eagerly does as he directs, sucking him with abandon and considerable skill. "Hmmph, a shame. You certainly have the skill needed to lead an army like this. Though I could probably get one of the medusa, since you do seem to be into that," she says with a grin, sliding a finger into the lioness' ass, earning a slight moan from her. "And, unfortunately, since I'm<em>called</em>here, it doesn't matter if he lives or dies. I'm contracted to aid them until the army completes its objective. Such a frustratingly open-ended command, but it suits my purposes, so I'm not going to poke holes in it, until I get bored." She glowers a bit at the binding question, almost as if she'd been considering the relationship the<em>other</em>way. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather serve me? You'd look so delicious in naught but a loincloth... when you wear anything," she purrs, softly, grinning.