He hissed softly and put his mind to puzzle it. He was crafty, but not necessarily quick... And certainly not in the cold. He pushed forward half a step til he was leaning on the bars, so that her hands could rub at him all the more. His skin was hard, cold and scaly, but hide a substantial amount of sinewy, lithe muscle, and besides it was smooth and not unpleasant to the touch. Quite the contrary.<br/><br/>"If..." He spoke slowly, realising his words were insane even as he claimed them. "If you thought you could win... I could order you to win for me. Imbue you with spirits. Have you battle for your leadership while earning mine in the process.. Tsss." His eyes blinked too quickly to really notice, and his tongue flickered forth. "I would lead, you would be warchief - under my command, since I would be letting you free! - and all would be well with thissss tribe. Though..." He shook his head. "That assssumes you can win."<br/><br/>As for what he could do with her, well... Ideas were developing, though he questioned how well they were going to help his plan.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>