He chuckled and used the tip of his knife to trace that pale scar upon her.  "I'd wish your people luck," he said quietly, "But I've seen her.  And once she sets her mind to something, she can't be stopped."<br/><br/>He drew another pull from his skin, draining it and setting it aside.  His fingers moved to stroke the soft hair and helplessly exposed folds beneath.  "Not the first?  That's a pity..." he said as his fingers eased to part her and press slowly inward, seeking the proof of her virginity, "Quintus will be sorely disappointed if they've done more than look..."