He gave the wench a wickedly superior grin at her indignant tone, and determined to find some way to make the girl pay suitable restitutions for trying to rise so far above her station.  With a superior smile as her moisture continued to build, he licked the next spoonfull of stew off of his lips, put down the spoon, then leaned close to her and kissed her on the side of the neck, then nibbled on the lobe of her ear.<br/><br/>He whispered soft, droning, arcane words into her ear, letting the rhythmic stroking of his finger encourage her into a hypnotized trance, a suggestible lust haze.  When she was completely under his spell, he whispered words that would linger in her soul for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>"My seed is the sweetest honey, you yearn for it."