The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"Dead," Bull says softly. Never. I won't. I'll sell my life to daemons first.

[GamesMaster]

She sighs. "Shame," she says, and she sounds like she means it. "It's a damn shame. We could have used someone like you."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull just snorts, not having either interest nor energy to take that bait right now. Not that he's ever been one for indirect talk, granted.

[GamesMaster]

Not that it stops her talking as she feeds him. "She's probably knocked up by now, you know. Been a couple days, yah? You can't save any of them. This'll be my last, I'm sure. They got me slated to fill Granny's shoes now as I'm too old for bearin'."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull listens, to that and to the other random observations and not-so random points she makes for a minute or two. As she scrapes along the bottom of the bowl, her words ceasing as she focuses, he murmurs something fluidic and jarringly bright.

"I cannot change the world nor the hearts of others. I can only choose," he translates a moment later. "She might be knocked up. She might even be dead.  But that's not on me. What I chose was to defy evil. Not my fault evil has the numbers." He forces his eye open, exhaustion creeping in as his belly forces his reserves into action to digest. "You wanna spit out your offer or what?"

[GamesMaster]

"No offer unless you can see yer way to keepin' yer head down," she says instantly. "We got a good thing goin', an' we can't risk it if yer gonna cause a fuss. A plan, of sorts. A way out."

[The Iron Bull]

Out. A way out. "Head down?" he asks warily.

[GamesMaster]

"Ain't gonna sugarcoat it. Ye'll have to seem to  be obedient. It'll be hard. But iffin I give you a role an' they have to break ya for real, ya'll squeal."

[The Iron Bull]

"Then I'm no use to you," he rumbles, sounding vaguely regretful. "I can't do what they demanded. I'll kill for my life and my freedom but I won't-- won't that."

[GamesMaster]

"It's yers ta decide. They'll make ya in the end. Talk to me after they break ya an' we'll see what's left to work with." She shrugs, giving him a remorseful look. "This ain't no place for heroics, Adventurer."

[The Iron Bull]

"I'm no adventurer," Bull says tired. "I'm just..." He trails off, not really sure how to end that sentence, then gives it up as a bad job. "'sides, seems to me that a place that ain't no place for heroes is exactly the sorta place that needs'em."

[GamesMaster]

"Ye'll see," she says, with a sigh. "Wish ya'd reconsider. Another good, gentle male is always a plus. Sometimes it don't even feel like rape, with a good one."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull growls softly, throat convulsing as he has to force the scant food he'd just gotten from coming back up at the idea. "But it is."

[GamesMaster]

She shrugs. "Sure. Jus like everythin' else here. Wouldn'a chosen to do any of this iffin' I'd had the chance. Not even have eight kids. But it is what it is."

[The Iron Bull]

"Not that," Bull says softly, looking so very, very tired. "World to dust and the stars to ash afore I bend on that. 'msorry, but that's how I am." How I have to be.