Her lips were already parted, ready to say something about the wine he'd dripped over her skin - the drops garnet upon the pale globes - when he splashed it over her mouth, and awkwardly she drank what did not splash out over her cheeks and chin. The liquid stung horribly in the new gap where once her teeth had been, but it was wet and sweet, and offered a small slaking to her thirst.<br/><br/>His calling her valuable property drew a soft snort, and blue eyes flashed in silence, watching him go. If valuable property is treated thus, she wondered what it was the man would do to something he disliked...