if you couldn't be good, at least you could be discreet

[unthreatening]

It's been completely nonstop since Miles first dropped into her musty basement prison, and as a result, Taura hasn't really been able to notice or process the additional feelings filtering through. Miles might be loud as a mental presence, but Taura's constant hunger, her savage impulses and blood running high with first sex and then revenge, are strong competitors. The whirlwind of her emotions have been completely overtaking any of his thoughts or feelings leaking over.

Being rescued - joining the Dendarii - learning Dr. Canaba, and Miles, had lied - but Miles still wanted to sleep with her -

Taura feels like she's run a marathon on starvation rations, likely because she essentially has. It takes some time, a couple days of showers and food and finding clothes in her size, for her to start to even be able to notice something is amiss.

That's about when Miles, perhaps presciently, summons her to his private quarters. Taura eagerly hopes it's for round three, though she shows up in-uniform and proudly shows off that she's learned both the salute and proper etiquette when she arrives and the door slides shut behind her.

"You asked for me, sir?"