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Surely he might figure in the dreams of a thousand slaves in their chains, but he was not my master. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #27)

I had only wished to prove something to myself, to interest the fellow, to arouse him, and prove to myself that I could make him desire me, surely more than plain Paula, whom I would easily outdo, and then I, satisfied, the point made, having demonstrated my equivalence to, if not superiority to, Paula, I might scamper back to my master, leaving the fellow excited, stranded, abandoned, needful, abashed, miserable, distraught, and unfulfilled. Surely I had done that sort of thing, in a way, frequently enough, on my former world, long before I had the power of the collar and tunic, the actuality of the female slave, whose mere appearance and movements can drive a male mad with passion. Surely Drusus Andronicus was a handsome, powerful, attractive male. Surely he might figure in the dreams of a thousand slaves in their chains, but he was not my master. I had no particular interest in him. Indeed, in a way, I had a matter to settle with him, as he had once made a fool of me, when he had donned the disguise of a male slave, and tricked me into revealing the domicile of my master. How could I forget that? How could I forgive that? I was still angry. - (Plunder of Gor)