"What did I say?"

The voice shook my from my reverie and made jump. I nearly impaled my dick on the Dryad's teeth, and she pulled away holding her nose. "I had it under control."

"You had your dick in it's mouth." Alva looked at me with utter disgust.

"I had it under control." I insisted.

Alva tilted her head at my crotch. "You're bleeding a little."

"And it's your fucking fault."

"I didn't put your dick in it's mouth." Alva shook her head, blushing slightly. Her eyes narrowed, looking over the Dryad. "You took it's will."

"I stopped it from eating me." I countered. "Thanks for that, by the way. 'By the way, they eat the head after the deed.' would have be nice."

"I told you they were carnivores." She said flatly. "I also tied it up, so that wouldn't happen."

Damn her beautiful eyes, but I couldn't argue with that. I would anyway, but she was right. I stood, putting myself subtly between her and the Dryad. "You never said anything about untying the rope, only cutting it."

"That's not the point."

"Anyway, any good information?" I said quickly, resisting the urge to look at the Dryad; I didn't want to draw any attention to her. It didn't seem like Alva was paying much attention to her anyway, She was looking down at my thick, hard, and 'pointed at her' cock. The image of my head flying off into the trees popped into my mind, so I slowly turned the business end away from her.

"Put your pants on." She said, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. When I hesitated she clicked her tongue. "I'm not going to kill the Dryad."

"You're not?"

"I have considered your words." She said evenly, each word carefully enunciated. "You have done little to earn my distrust, aside from being mouthy. I concede that I have not been entirely even in the application of my principles. The damage you do, and danger you cause, are best minimized by offering you my trust. Further, if you can keep this creature under control then it's danger is also minimized, as much as if I'd killed it."

"Quick change of heart."

"They are still vermin. I will still kill any monster who is dangerous." She said firmly. "But you are not dangerous, yet. You are not my ****."

"Well," I looked over my shoulder at the Dryad, who looked very annoyed at being interrupted, and found a small smite playing about my lips. I met Alva's eyes and offered an olive branch. "Praise be to the Goddess."

She didn't look at all convinced by the words, but I think she understood the intention behind them.