To his own surprise, Roland laughed - not his usual harsh bark, but something altogether more boyish, that crinkled his eyes and made him suddenly look much more like the youth he was. Wet from the bath, she was slippery as an eel, but that didn't stop him grabbing her, one hand tight on her butt, the other in her hair. "It seems like I may have gone a bit beyond attempting," he said, pulling her head back a little to bite her neck. "Although I'm curious what you might consider drastic."