“Seeing me on my knees.” The reminder of it still needled me. “That bothered you.” “I imagine it’d bother most women. It implies …” “Yes?” he asked, and I wanted to swat the amusement from his voice. “It implies dominance over me. Which you do not possess.” He snorted and kept on down the corridor. “Yet, you follow after me to your cell. Wearing my tunic.”
