The drow giggled, as she met the kiss, hungrily. "You're assuming you're going to get to sleep," she purred. "After all,<em>I</em>just woke up."<br/><br/>In the morning, Rimeera would be fatigued, and likely have sore wrists and ankles, but she would be let go, the drow almost purring like a cat that got into the cream.