My not so dear Shadows, you remind me of nobody as much as of my former wife Mariel, a charming woman who suffered from the delusion that just because she was somewhat pleasing between the sheets - ah well, let us not be ungenerous - she was well and truly spectacular! -I would somehow keep her around for a minute longer than I was absolutely forced to, murderous inclinations and general conniving notwithstanding. And I am more of a sentimentalist than either Mr. Garibaldi or the worthy Sinclair. Even should you be able to provide either or both gentlemen with the orgasm of the century - and frankly, looking at you, I rather doubt it - what should be stopping them from dispensing with you afterwards?

In fact, that should make their evening complete and truly perfect. One hopes they'd also behead Mr. Morden while they were at it. However, they probably find their intimate life with each other far too satisfactorily to even bother giving you a nod. However, do not despair, eh? You do appear in someone's fantasy life. During my recent captivity, I found great comfort in this mental picture: