Everything in Sinjir goes boiling hot in an instant. And that's while he's expecting it. Imagine if Ba'al had sprung this on him cold -- he probably would have combusted. Oh, he is in so much trouble.

He swallows. Takes a couple tries to clear his throat. "Am I prostituting myself for the New Republic?" he asks. "Not that I'm categorically opposed to that set of circumstances, but I would appreciate the clarity."

Sinjir didn't often do submission, as a general rule. And when he did, it was usually to fulfill someone else's desires -- like a particular officer who really wanted someone younger-looking to spank over his knee. Sinjir actually got a little into that. Focus, he admonishes himself. -- The simple fact was that a loyalty officer could not trust themselves to be helpless with anyone. It was too dangerous.

Paranoia runs deep, but he's not in that role anymore. He's a free agent. And this sounds shockingly appealing.