The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

He moved and instead of cowering she narrowed her eyes and watched him miss her by a mile. A playful grin danced over that marred muzzle as she quietly watched him catch the bottle he almost spilled. For Demelza, being drunk was a new experience, experiencing drunks was not.

She tilted her head and observed him more critically. This was the second time he let her know some of his past. She licked her lips and softened her gaze at him. Her head was a little swimmy but it made her bolder.

"He had his way with you and you decide to do the same to those beneath you? A slave becomes master in the face of victory?" She goaded, swirling the booze in the cup. She downs the rest of her cup. Her body is braced subtly under the table to move.

"Speech"