Susan's mind is already whirling. "Surely there's some sort of device we might use to determine if any further food has been tampered with," she says. "Some sort of technology or spell that one might touch to their food and see that it's all right. He oughtn't have that sort of power over anyone." She flicks her gaze up. "I take it that this wasn't some sort of sexual play to which Claudius initially agreed. It wouldn't matter if it was, of course; it clearly went beyond any sort of degree one might expect from such things. But if it wasn't, it's a double violation and mustn't be tolerated."