Delphi breathed a happy sigh and rolled over in the grass to face the commander.
He was lying on his side staring at her with a look she couldn't name, but it told her she wasn't getting out of jail free…
"Alright," she sighed in resignation. "What do I have to do in exchange for this promise you extracted from me while I was putty in your hands?"
"You're not going to give me trouble are you, Miss Chastain? You don't have a good track record for doing what you're told."
"A promise is a promise, Commander, but I have two conditions. First, you can't hurt me."
"I already agreed to that."
"Second, we go our separate ways afterwards. Let's call that fight between us a draw."
"It was only a draw because I can't damage you, but I agree," he said promptly.
That was easy, she thought. Too easy. It didn't bode well for whatever he had in mind for her…
