The comment actually made the lithe elf blush softly. It looked very uncharacteristic and the elf wrinkled her nose again. She was most definitely not used to compliments. In the harsh life of the nomadic tribe, the only compliments she had ever received were based on her skill as a huntress and a warrior. To be complimented on her appearance felt strange, but at the same time it held a certain appeal. The mention of the shirt drew the elf's gaze to the article of clothing and the swells beneath. She immediately moved her gaze back to Nisha's eyes. Those pools of inky black seemed to want to pull her in, just like the tar pits that dotted to scarred landscape. Her nostrils flared as she felt an odd squirmy sensation. That did not seem to help though as it only drew in that soft flowery scent. Again Tyl'ra wrinkled her nose. A soft growl, a noise that did not hold nearly the threat that her previous ones had, issued from deep in the elf's throat.<br/><br/>The sudden touch of those overly warm fingers makes the elf jerk slightly and draws her attention back to those big, black eyes. Beautiful, if odd, eyes. Tyl'ra growls again but the sound is more of a groan. It had been quite a while since she had lain with someone and never had she met someone quite so forward, yet non-threatening. She was ill-equipped to handle the woman's strange advances. The not so veiled promise of flesh in exchange for safe passage actually forced the elf back a step. Her face dropped into a frown and she knew that she risked losing the upper hand to this soft woman if Nisha realized the crack in her dominant armour.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Stop talking outlander. Or I may rethink my kindness." </span>She hissed although her voice quivered just slightly. She drew one of her carrakals and with surprising gentility pushed the Tiefling back a step. She just needed a little space so that strange, intoxicating scent was not making it hard to think.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, her modest chest pressing out at the skin-tight leather that she wore.<span style="color: darkorange"> "You will travel with me, listen to my words and obey. Any deception or trickery and I spill your blood and leave your corpse to bake in the sun. If you try to run, the same will happen. Am I being clear?"</span>The words were slightly lacking her earlier confidence but the threat carried in them seemed genuine enough. She glared pointedly away from the other woman, trying to compose herself and keep her tight control.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>