He leaned almost imperceptibly toward her rubbing, soft, warm hands. On the one hand she was ever so soft, and he enjoyed the comfort offered by her skin, and body warmth... On the other hand she was human, and if he was seen to enjoy the press of her - nevermind her conversation - in a way that wasn't strictly rape... Well, it would go badly for him. Still... The night was cold, so he certainly wasn't going to pull away.<br/><br/>"Mh.. You could. Though if they found out that I had told you it would end very badly for me indeed... Tssss. There has never been a warmblood leading a tribe since... since the great Takiki led the Jaguar Paw clan into glorious battle. Takiki was a Jaguar, though no lizard could best him..." He hissed again as he recalled whatever rousing story or myth it was that starred Tikiki, leaving Janica to process the new information; she could, potentially, challenge their chief warrior for the position.<br/><br/>"The battle is with whatever weapon or weaponsss you wish. There is a ring, and the first to leave the ring or die losssses." He repeated the word surrender, musing it a moment, before shaking his head. "Thisss is not a word we use. Lizardsss do not surrender in a death fight."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>