Rusty: So... danger...
Haelie: Yes... I love that.
Rusty: So, we need to play a little game.
            A training game. Slave.
Haelie: I am a good slave, Mestre Rusty.
Rusty: I'll be the judge of that, slave.
Haelie (grins broadly): Yes, Mestre.
Rusty: Up you go...
Haelie: Yes, Mestre. Are you going to
           chain m....
Rusty: Hush, slave.
Haelie (beams momentarily, then whispers
            obediently): Yes, Mestre Rusty.

I hadn't really thought of chaining anyone to a pole, but she seemed to find the idea attractive. And, well, if she was chained to a pole, it might buy me a little time. It was getting harder and harder to resist this girl. I was even starting to like her.