'Nuala' ran her tongue over her lips with a grin, spreading her legs a little wider and putting a hand on his head, running her fingernails over his scalp.

"Mmm, you'd have to be very, very good," She purred, the knife grazing against his ear. "But I could be persuaded to take in a talented stray..." Poe was really regretting having decided to wear pants on this occasion, but whatever. He'd work it.

"Go on. Use those sexy hands of yours and take a peak."