[At last, a smirk spread across Megaera's face. Admittedly, his complete lack of self-preservation had become quite entertaining, and he certainly was bold to assume that she would not actually harm him. And he may have earned himself a bit of extra credit for being kind of adorable.]

[She pressed her whip where the top of handle met the thong of it up under Zevran's chin, and leaned down to meet his eyes.]

You have been very, very wicked indeed. You will require lashes. As many as I desire, until I deem your suffering to be sufficient. On your knees.