Antimony blushed at Micar's words, embarrassed at having been caught admiring the Matron's prized Weapons Master so blatantly, but that blush abruptly faded and was replaced with a definite tension when the Matron himself interjected.  The Dread Mistress didn't seem to be jealous or displeased at her attentions to the male, but knowing Abduxuel's temperament, that could easily change with the wrong provocation.  Ideally, her own status as a half-breed would keep her from being seen as a threat, but that didn't mean she couldn't become an annoyance if she gave the male too much admiration.<br/><br/>As a result, she tore her eyes away from that magnificent, muscular body and fixed them firmly on the floor, avoiding direct eye contact and keeping her ears open, instead.  She listened as the Matron boasted, and she had to admit, the mental images those words painted for her were rather arousing.  Keeping a strong, powerful male under her thrall, pleasing herself in any way she pleased with his body, yet never once allowing him to reach that peak of pleasure himself, and tormenting him like that for ten long years...<br/><br/>Antimony resolved then and there to pay a visit to the lower levels of the house later that evening and select a good plaything to bring up to her chambers.  Perhaps one of the stronger hobgoblins within the house, or some other non-human, non-elven creature that wouldn't require her to use any protection...  And certainly one without much will to resist mental compulsions.<br/><br/>"I should have a result for you by tomorrow, Matron."  She promised, setting aside thoughts of twisting some lesser creature to her will for the moment.  She would have to begin her research immediately, though she had given a timetable which left her with a significant margin for error.  There was no telling if someone would attempt to sabotage her research efforts, and it would still take several hours, even if everything went perfectly.<br/><br/>Fortunately she already knew where to begin...