Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

She prowled around him, and he did not forbid himself the chance to look hungrily upon the sleek lines of her, and to think back on the sight of them held beneath him. She asked a question, repeating it as she stood before him. Her coldness toward him was not missed, but nor did it draw a reaction from him. His expression was one of calm indifference. He rolled his shoulders as he answered. "What makes ye think it would mean anything for ye?"