Arida stared up at her captor, eyes scanning over the Orcs expression, her red eyes glimmering with the victory that she felt, the conquest of predator over prey. Arida wrinkled her nose and spat. Surprised Burlask recoined away, her smug expression melting into a snarl as she reached up a hand, tracing two thick fingers across her cheek where the spit had landed, collecting it then looking at it, her eyes turning back to Arida as she wiped it on her own tunic. The look that Burlask gave her, by all accounts, made Arida consider every previous look to be kindly in nature. "You like to swap spit huh? You might regret sharing that with me, Arida." Burlask said in a too quiet, too calm voice, before settling down atop Arida. Arida let out a panicked whimper as she felt heat, not realising