Three Sentence Ficathon

Servalan was lounging when Avon was brought before her; this wasn't the first time they'd been in this situation, though he'd had more liberty the previous times (and a ship, and a crew, though he was ignoring such bitter recriminations).

"Oh, Avon, did you really think I couldn't lead you on yet another merry chase?"

It was the gleaming smile that made him lunge forward; the guards wrestled him to the floor as she laughingly ordered him returned to his cell.