“Such is the state of man, naked and afraid, needing the hand of a woman.” [i]She cooed. There was no state of regality about her, but rather a sweet and enticing nature, a playfulness that perhaps bordered on lust. For one as trained as she was, there was no attractive quality to his words. He was a born and bred demagogue, and she’d known plenty of those in her life. Nonetheless, she did not betray her inner thoughts. To him, she would appear attracted to it, perhaps aroused by it. [/i] “Leadership’s a hard quality to find... but they tell me that you are not lacking.”