Chained to the table, Lady Thorne smiles to the warden with a shrug as she wiggled a bit.<br/><br/>"Oh dear." She said in her court accent. "I seem to be chained to the table. And truth be told, while..enthusiastic, I fear the girl isn't my type. You know.. rich, titled.. " She merely smiled as she let the description taper off from there. "Unjaded.."