Thorne had long known of the practices that some men thought they were entitled to. Due to ancestry, title, cash or power of some other sort. She knew that her history was most likely against her in this situation. The warden clearly hadn't been apprised of why she had been imprisoned and she wasn't going to tell him that she had a list that could possibly en-noble him.<br/><br/>She looked at him and wondered if she should simply just lay back and give him his ride, play 'scared' or go with her impulses and be rude, crude and try to wrap her thighs around his head till it snaps.