She could do this, she had to do this. She still didn't know if it being Daniel's face and voice made it easier or harder, but it was a constant reminder of why she was doing this at least. She had that, regardless of how much more uncomfortable it made her. She wouldn't bow to him though or kneel. She needed to prove her strength, the same pride that would stop her from doing it would only strengthen her case that she would make a better host. She needed to sell herself to him, and Vala of all people knew what a Goa'uld would hope for in a potential host.

Even with his claw dangerously resting on her hip, the talons pressing gently with menace ready to pierce her at any moment, Vala managed to keep her stance. Breath held in fearful anticipation of what he'd do next, she flinched only momentarily before resetting herself. Every muscle had tensed with that flinch, forcefully willing herself to relax underneath his touch.

She'd faced less attractive prospects of men touching her or worse to get what she wanted, and she'd put herself in those positions willingly. This was no different just because they were a long time ago, or that it was Daniel, or that it was a Goauld. It was like riding a bicycle, a skill you never forget.

"I might need a weapon when I'm not with you." Vala suggested cautiously looking over her shoulder towards the door. "Jealousy can get very ugly."