" You intend to keep me confined in here with you for three days?" His voice was low and ominous." It doesn't have to take three days," she said, " It just depends how long it takes for you to come to your senses." " My senses?" he shook her so hard she thought her teeth would rattle. " It is you whose mind is disordered if you think you can tame me like some pet! Is that what you think, Vesta? That you can somehow turn a man like me into your little lap dog?" " No," she said, as earnest as she had ever been in her life. " I could never imagine you as a lap dog. Ever. You are a Mastiff. Big, powerful, dignified, brave, and yet gentle." She nodded with a look of self satisfaction. " Yes. Most definitely a Mastiff." from THE VIRGIN HUNTRESS "