Osioa had been caught off guard. A very rare occurance to happen where dragons are concerned. But caught off guard she had been indeed. Not by the annoying fact he'd actually had the gall and daringness to return her kiss. Only slightly had it been the fact she'd gotten a thrill and bolt of excitement that he had done so. No...it was the fact that he'd managed to catch her off guard by wrapping those very strong arms of his around her slender waist and pull her to him...that is what caught her off guard. And yet...in a way...that excited her almost as much as it pissed her off.<br/><br/>She had started muttering in her native tongue. Her temper was barely being kept under control. How dare he? Yet why had he dared? She had as much rage as she did confusion running through her mind and veins. And this puzzled her. Why would he have such an effect on her? When no man had ever even sparked a flicker of interest in them. She would never say it to anyone. Expecially one of her kind. But she wasn't experienced in the area that concerned men. And had never even once let one in her heart. Let alone her bed. Such things...were not how she was raised. Her mother had a different approach with her. Such a thing...was to be saved...it was a gift to give to your true love...and to no other. Yet she had made certain...not to fall in love. She knew true love...would always sneak up on you. You wouldn't know it hit you...til it was too late to deflect it.<br/><br/>She'd been lost in muttering. Then...she felt it. The quiver of the feeling of danger. The feeling of someone...armed coming from behind. What happened next...was from an old time, well trained, and experienced dragons way of protection. Expecially when in their more vunerable human form. The feeling of danger awakened the need to fight and defend herself. She reacted without even thinking about it. In a rather swift movement she'd grabbed the arm holding the knife. Had spun around with the arm still in her grasp...which was supprisingly strong as well as tight. Her sharp as daggers claw like nails diggin in. Twisting the arm behind her "attackers" back. She then moves quickly and spins the opponent onto his chest by the arm she still held. Pinning the man down.<br/><br/>Then the urge to protect herself fled...when she came to the realization...she wasn't outside in the wild. She was within her own home. There were no knights or assassians sent to kill her. And the person she'd just pinned down was her guest.. Her face turns bright red. What the hell just happened? She never had made such an error before. She lets him go. Backing up. Looking at his hand with the knife. And does something she's never done before...she apologizes. "Uh...um...sorry. Habit. You really shouldn't sneak up behind me with a weapon in hand." she says sheepishly. Man did she feel stupid right now. But she hides this from her face. Though the embarresment still was obvious.