The torturer folded his arms and frowned down his nose at her. “Was someone in here before me to soften you up?” “No, I’m very soft to begin with.” She considered. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could seduce you out of this? I mean, not to be insulting, I’m sure you’re a man of principle, just figured I’d ask, in case you were a lonely man of principle—” “I’m married.”
