For myself? I should accept only the truth, and just cause to release thee.

But as I am not my own master here...

[Damn, what's a reasonable answer? How does one even quantify sex? Especially when the truth is that she's willing to let him go anyway - if the Mistress isn't going to take this remotely seriously, there doesn't seem much point in holding him here.]

[But her orders were pretty explicit on the having-sex-with-him front. Also, not to put too fine a point on it, it's cold as balls outside and the longer this lasts, the longer she can be on duty without falling on the ice all the time.]

[She unlocks the cell door, closing it behind her as she steps inside.]

Let us say... Bring me off twice, and we shall call it even. [Well, she might as well get something out of this embarrassing mess, anyway.]