Briefly, the woman breaks off from the kiss, only to walk over to you, and push you over to the sofa like a schoolteacher. "Now don't be silly. The poisoned wine will be taking effect any second now, and you'll only hurt yourself if you run. Now stay still, and in a minute it'll be done." She sits you down, placing a pillow behind you, and you realize that you DO feel oddly sleepy, although you'd assumed it had been the aftereffects of your collision with the wall.
The noble elf sighed, leaning against a wall. "You know, honey, you don't have to coddle the assassin."
"Nonsense. If someone's going to die, they might as well be comfortable." Samantha then proceeds to try and get the sofa upright again. The noble elf rolls his eyes at you, as if expecting you to sympathize with his situation, and walks over as the four of them right the two couches, before your vision clears and you realize they DIDN'T suddenly duplicate. However, that's probably the only thing that didn't go wrong during your little liver-eating escapade, and you realize that you're beginning to feel whoozy and dizzy, quite probably due to your impending death.