(The morning after Elizabeth's big orgy...)

Vinodel: You fired something in me, and when I look at you now, I must have you again. I suggest immediately, and possibly hourly after that.

Elizabeth: Well, flattered, of course, but I really keep things like that on a high rotation. A man, then a woman, two men and a woman, then something with wood. My own hand, in a forest setting, an unwilling guard, and a serf touching themselves as I eat cake. Maybe in a month or two.

Vinodel: I may just take you. (touches her arm, she punches him in a stomach)

Elizabeth: Like I said, in a month, sweep my feet from under me and demand my compliance with some hair pulling and a tongue dipped in black opium, and we have a deal.