She artistically arranged herself in the desk chair. Legs splayed over the armrests, her groin tilted forward, being offered up for his enjoyment. Thorfinn opened the door and took one look and closed the door again, muttering something about needing to burn the chair. Rage flared up in her as she listened to his retreating footsteps. She leapt to her feet, pulling on her robe, and stormed after him. "What is it going to take before you fuck me?" she snarled.  "A divorce and three forms of contraceptives," he shot back. "I don't sleep with married women, and that includes my wife."