[All that weird goodwill the Mistress appeared to have? It evaporates immediately.]

[For his safety more than anything, the guards grab him and hold him by the arms—of course, it also means he's vulnerable. The Mistress paces languidly as if she hadn't just been insulted, idly stroking the fake cock she's wearing.]

Oh, you almost managed to make it through our conversation. Pity. You're barely important enough for me not to kill you where you stand—but if you can't learn to behave, I will make you wish you weren't.

Do you have anything to say?