"Most likely not," he answered easily, "But you are in chains, so it doesn't really matter, does it?"<br/><br/>He sipped at his wine again and drew forth his knife, beginning to carefully slice away her ragged clothes.  "The Romans destroyed my people as well," he explained as he calmly exposed more and more of her skin to the dim light of the hold, "But I was smart enough to see it was pointless to fight against such a tide.  Now, you are one of the first, but I promise you Roman will have your people dead or in chains.  She's a hungry she-wolf and people like you and I either fall in or get eaten..."<br/><br/>He set the last cloth aside and paused, gazing over the beauty of her naked form.  "Tell me... am I the first man to gaze upon your treasures my tigress?"