You listen to me. [ Her grip was as tight as ever. ] We'll play by actual rules. If you want to degrade my flesh you are going to earn it, king or not, no man will have his way with me just because it suits his whims! You're going to agree to it, or I'm going to draw the attention of your servants, even moreso-- and have them watch as a feeble newcomer makes a bitch out of their king!

[ Her other hand is on his leg, and she's grinning deviously up at him. She would test him, squeeze, and then unsqueze slightly, then harder, making him well aware of the grip she has on him. ] Real rules, real games, and I'll release you with no fuss. You can't kill me, no matter how hard you try-- there's only one person in the entire universe who can! You can try to torture me, but I'll just regenerate as soon as I'm hit. You're going to cooperate with me. Consent on your word, and I'll release you. I'll make no fuss.

And whatever conquesting march you begin to completely dominate me or whatever you plan to do-- begin it, I don't care, but I hope you realize right now who you are dealing with.

Do I have your word? [ Putting on the pressure here. ]