what does "your honor is safe with me"mean? “How do you know?” She smiled at him. “I haven’t told you my story yet. Maybe I’m a recovering skanky ho with murderous tendencies.” “Tell me your story and I’ll be the judge.” “I will. Later. Now it’s time for your massage.” He gave the table an uneasy glance. “Your honor is safe with me,” she said as she rose. “This isn’t foreplay.” “I keep thinking about sleeping with you.” Actually, he kept think-ing about tearing her clothes off and riding her like a horny stallion, but that seemed . . . indelicate. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, but that’s not going to happen during the next hour. Strip it off, get on the table—faceup. I’m going to go wash up.” “You’re bossy.” “I can be, and while that’s a flaw and I do work on it, I wouldn’t want to be perfect. I’d bore myself.” She trailed a hand over his arm as she walked out of the room.