Undrella continues trailing her fingers down Tsadok's handsome face and across his neck; as she glides around behind him, her palm traces across his back and shoulders. A throaty chuckle escapes as she responds to Harnry's question. "Against my will? Rare is the man who can hold Undrella against her will. But I staked my claim here long before Kardswann made his appearance, and I'll not leave my home. As to how he treats me, he is cruel and I'm not strong enough to stand against him. Therefore, I wish you to kill him. And the snake . . . let's not forget the snake for my stew.
"My, my, but you are a strapping young lad, aren't you?"