Asha felt a shiver of revulsion creep up her spine at his words. She could have been wearing layers and layers of leather and fur, but his pale eyes alone could have stripped them all away. Asha stepped forward, a mere footspace from his form. Her eyes burned as she gazed upon his brutish features. She licked her lips, the corners twisting up into a wanton smile. “It might be that I would require a slight… convincing, my Lord. A woman such as me does not simply lie with any man that wishes her.” She cooed, her look presenting a challenge. Others bugger you with a hot poker, Bolton, and the Greyface that put me in this mess.