She was not quite a vegetarian, but always chose a health salad from the deli instead of fast food. For someone else I would have had to come up with...a plan to disguise the taste of the drug, but not with Chang. I knew that she would not taste the drug in the salad which she ordered. The drug has a nut-like taste which probably would have been noticed in a hamburger or sandwich, but not in a salad filled with nuts. It is also very easy to sprinkle the drug on the top of the salad like salt.. This time I take the offensive. I dance at him, sword whirling. He blocks my first downward swing that would have spit his head in two if it impacted. I make a few more strikes. Head, neck, torso. He blocks all of them."I believe I will call you good as well," I grin back at him.This is when the real fight commences. We block and repose. We clash swords. Neither landing a hit. I decide to move off his level. During our spar I have been calmly observing his moves, his speed and reflexes. All. ‘What in god’s name do you think you are doing?’ he snarled at her, as she sat up, her face white with fatigue. His eyes narrowed. ‘Are you ill?’ his tone was accusing and she flushed guiltily, bringing a sparkle back to her dull eyes. ‘No! I’m just a little tired — that’s all.’ Daniel came and sat next to her, just as she gave a cold little shiver. He turned her to face him and started to rub her arms briskly, until she could feel them tingling. ‘Better?’ he asked after a bit and Izzy nodded.. "Good to see you, slave Brianna," he said as he gave her a hug. "You listened to Master and have made him very happy." She smiled nervously. As they walked to the dungeon door, Master told Brianna that she must walk two steps behind him at all times once inside. She could feel her wetness grow with each step towards the door. Once they were inside the dungeon, Master brought Brianna to a row of chairs and told her to kneel while he put his collar on her and locked the lock. He told her to sit.