"My friends are more than capable of keeping me in line, I assure you," Cathari's ears flicked in irritation, "It's almost like it's something they've needed to do the many times we've cheated death already. But if you want something more than that..."<br/><br/>She placed her hand on her chest, the little straw-and-stone fetish she carried shone faintly in her hand, illuminating the tent with a glow the color of the sun, "by the Sky-Father, God and Ruler of Man do I solemnly swear to seduce none of the men under your command."<br/><br/>She got up off her chair and stood right in front of Commander Locke, looking up at him with feral red eyes, "and if your men are<em>tempted</em>by as little as a roving tail and a girl in a cowl, maybe you should refer them to the commissar? I'm sure they can have<em>all sorts</em>of words together about it."