Wayland Smith thoroughly enjoyed Coppermane's body that morning, as he had every morning in the week that he'd owned her.  The silver man didn't need to sleep, but he liked to hold Copper Mane in his arms as she took her four hours of meditation, studying her as she sleapt, only to wake her with the needs of his cooling body and steal from her--throuhg an hour of sexual eccstacy--human warmth and magical power.<br/><br/>This morning her unwanted master seemed particularly inclined to dote, presenting her with an arm latice bracelet attached by chains to rings on her fingers and thumbs, calling it a powerful talisman that would protect her as well as chain mail, and a tiara for her forehead to aplify her baridic powers.<br/><br/>Taking her by the chin and lifting her to standing, he looked her carefuly in the eyes.  "Remeber this, my precious, I meant to ally with disperate people with disperate belief's today.  I have gone out of my way to make your new life as pleasent as possible.  f you force me to kill them, you will find I can also go out of my way to make you're life miserable in ways you have never begun to imagine."