With a smile on my face and a cigar in my mouth, I watch as my men overpower my enemies and bind them so that they cannot defend themselves or fight back.

Among the defeated, you appear to my eyes, barely in contact with the world after a blow to the head.

I like you. If your beauty is as beautiful as I think you will be my slave.

I puff smoke from my cigar then walk over to you where you are too dazed to see this.