At once, her eyes widened. Fear bloomed across her face in red flushes.
Wood pressed on;
"It's someone isn't it?" He growled- feeling the surge of his famous temper; "Who the heck is this person?! Is it a Lord? One of the customers?! Tell me! I'll find him and cut his balls off!!"
"Oh no," she shook her head; "No, no, no, I can't say. . ."
She backed away, sliding towards the edge of the bed. Terror streaked across her eyes and her lips trembled uncontrollably. But Wood caught her by the arm before she could slide off;
"Who's he?" He growled terribly;
"Woody, please–"
"What's his name? That's all I need to know. Just say it. And I promise you, he will disappear before midnight."
"Please don't," she shook her head- begging with her eyes; "I don't want any trouble! I just want–"
"You just want to keep quiet?"
"Woody, please, don't do–"
