Thorn purrs while turning to face him. Her storm grey eyes wash over him and she sneers. "[i]What do you expect me to do? Pleasure you? Beg for your forgiveness? Did you expect me to be a good little girl in a big scary prison? That before was me being nice. I could of stabbed you, but why should I ruin my first day because of an old wrinkly man like you?[/i]" Her sneer forms into a smirk. "Now, Daddy. We are going to decide which milk is good enough for me to bring back to my cell. I'm not very tall and only a kitten. Daddy will do a much better job at finding a good one than me!"