Natascha rolled his eyes briefly as she slid both guns back down to her hips, where they sat before she withdrew them form their sleek black protective holsters. "Firstly." She spoke in a tone that was something of a mix between her prior lustful purr and a massive hint of condesention, before sliding out a chair from the corner and placing it in the middle of the room. A small smirk appeared upon her rosey red lips as she slid herself back against the wall behind her, one snow white hand, manicured beyond perfection pointed down to the chair and chuckled deviantly the words "Sit boy, bad boy, sit!" as-if the mutant before her was actually a canid of some sort.<br/><br/><br/>"Now, where were we..Oh yes!~" She chimed, pulling her hips to one side suddenly and removing from her pocket a small see-through capsule of some sort, a deep violet liquid could be seen through the glass bottle. It seemed only the size of a medical vial but had a plastic squirty top ontop of it. "This..is a highly toxic venom of a rare plant grown only in the Amazon Rainforest. I smash this.." she spoke, shifted the vial so it twisted very loosely between only her index finger and thumb, and whilst doing this she began to slowly walk around the seated youth, her other hand gently laying itself upon his left shoulder from behind. "You, your friend, and your widdle.." she began, before moving down to whisper directly into his ear "Girlfriend~ Will..all..die. And all witin two short minutes~!" she sighed seductively, victoriously and most of all, rather darkly. It seemed she enjoyed this sort of mental torture a little too much. "And you don't want her to die, do you? She's very pretty..though, I could just put an end to you to, and take her for myself. Magneto would just adore her being back, I'm sure..Or, I could just -use- her myself" she chuckled sarcasticly, obviously hinting that she would seduce Holly also.<br/><br/>She squeezed the bottle a little as she made her way slowly out into a room between where they stood right then, and a room where they could see Holly and Avelanche from a higher pirch. "So, either I release this toxin, kill you and your friend and take her back to magneto..after a few daaays. Or! I could..help you out, and you give me half of everything you make. Choose..now" she spoke, her steel-hand fingernails gripping gently upon the top of the vial, allowing gravity to swing it between each finger.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"U-u-urm, y-y-y-your w-w-wlc- Wle- Welcome!" Tristan splurted out, constantly skipping letters and entire words out for a few moments before he could actually speak proper sentances whilst talking to Rowan. The reason for his insecurity was the fact he had never been in such close quarters with a person before, let alone a female, and yet again a female he had such..odd feelings for. He didn't even understand what he felt when she was this close to him; He stuttered like a baffoon, his tongue got really slippery, his throat dried, his heart beat like a bongo drum, his knees went weak and his back turned to jelly just from a close sight of her, her scent lingering in the air and he was instantly turned to mush.<br/><br/>"Urm, I-I should go now! Urm, because, urm..you look hungry, I'll go fix you a snack!" The shuddering youth croaked low. His stomach churned and his face suddenly turned red, eyes widened entirely and his palms and forehead were visibly sweaty. "Bye!" He cried as he turned and dashed full speed straight down the hallway towards the stairs, his first obstacle being gravity itself. As he turned the corner, and with the speed he was going, he suddenly realised he was not capable of stopping himself from colliding with the window, to which he suddenly hop up on his right leg first once, then twice, and a few odd more times to stop himself, which looked amazingly comic to anyone else in the area. He seemed to turn to look at Rowan in the randomly skimpy dress he had made, though of course he had not made it that low-cut on purpose, and waved randomly to which he held no actual reason. He then blushed even more, his entire face actually -glowing- red, before dashing straight down the stairs and towards the kitchen. It didn't -quite- dawn on him that had she wanted, Rowan could easily catch up to the five-foot-seven blonde boy in her tiger form.