She turned to him again and tilted her head. "Be as I want..."

The young woman slowly moved back to within arms length. "I don't know what that entails." And then she moved passed him, the scent of lilac gently tickling at the senses and there was a brief contact of arm against arm, an indication she wasn't uncomfortable with his presence. When she was passe him, she said over her shoulder, "Ironic, no? To gain freedom yet become chained by something else."