Anastasius shook his head.  "Not a warrior, but still a tigeress," he answered her.  He reached out and touched one battle hardened hand.  "I once knew a man who broke his pet's hands to make them more manageable.  To prove that he was so rich he could afford slaves that were useless for anything but sex."<br/><br/>He said nothing more, but smiled as he moved his finger away from her.  "Now I believe in rewarding the good as well as punishing the bad, so if you lay down, I'll give you a little drink to wet your throat and let you keep those clothes.  Make me force you, and you'll arrive at your new home naked save the chains."