The man nods at the officer. "Just happened to be at the right place at the right time," he says with the hint of a Texan drawl. "And you damn well better believe I'll get my money's worth out of her."<br/><br/>After signing the papers, he walks up to the nude woman, appraising her. He's slightly taller than her, so he has to look downward a little.<br/><br/>"Susan Clark, I believe your name was? Well, Susan is a good name, but you are to forget that you were ever a Clark. While you are in my service, you are to address me as Sir. Now, get inside and kneel in front of the fireplace. Inside and to the right. Face the wall." There's a hard edge to his voice, almost a militaristic one. The edge of a man who is used to having his orders obeyed.