The shivery gasp that pulses from Lucille's lips rather belies her stern pose...Her sword lowering, just a little, the gorgeous honey-blonde lady knight's gaze caught - And held~! - by that thick throbbing orc cock~! Her sleek throat works, her eyes flitting down - Then back up, the Paladiness clearly distracted - shaking her head, to clear it...Even as she levels her sword at the orc!<br/><br/>"Let-" she begins, her voice huskier than she'd initially intended - Then, louder; "-Let our comrade go...And you<em>might</em>just be spared." She's definitely flustered, but covering for her lapse - Trying her *very* best to focus on the moment. But it's touch-and-go; Part of her is still thinking about the goblin-like creatures outside, enough for her mind to wander...To feel a brief stab of not-quite-concern (jealousy?) for what they might be doing to the Imp with them...<br/><br/>-No, what *is* she thinking? They have to get Dawn back, and *now*~!