Situating herself behind Darkic, she looped her arms about his waist. He was incredibly thin, but warm. The way she'd expect any of her own kind to be. The difference here was that it actually stirred something in her. It had been quite awhile since she'd touched or been touched by a man, the fact clearly obviously as her body began to react. Her nipples tightened and she might have sighed if not for the wings of his mare. They shifted as the creature began to move peeling Nyxeris from her foolish feminine inclinations. The realization that she was even remotely moved by this man had her sitting up away from him. Nyxeris was moved by no man. "Head toward the north entrance." She said, her tail whipping wildly back and forth with irritation; a common trait among felines of any species.