Petra's cheeks and ears burned as her clever words were neatly turned about and thrown back in her face with that cool, calculated aplomb that had entranced her when she'd first met the mercenary.  So much like the warriors of her home.  Anger flashed through her expression, before she managed to bring herself under control.  She was better than this, curse it all!<br/><br/>She watched that cool, curvaceous, controlled stalk and took a step forward, her hand coming up to press firmly on Gwen's solar plexus, feeling the taut, smooth muscles under the warm dress.  Her expression calmed, though her cheeks still burned hot.  "You are drunk," she said firmly, looking up into Gwen's eyes with her strange aqua ones.  "I wonder how Kate would react if she knew you were in here, with her one-time-student, inebriated, looking to score?  Or...even the score, again?"  She changed tactics, admitting her fault in favor of turning it into another way to manipulate the truth.  "It must have been a moment of weakness, letting me get you into bed.  I recall you being less than sober then as well."  Her fingers slid back and forth across the soft material, and down to slowly curl around Gwen's hip.<br/><br/>"I wonder if it would be worth the destruction, to throw you through the door, destroy all these fine linens, that too tight dress, that smug, self satisfied expression of yours...."  She looked up once more and twisted her hand around, fingers pointing down so when she bent them they pressed into the heated line of Gwen's sex, pressed purposefully on the most sensitive nub hidden in the soft folds.  "But that is not being smug, is it?  That is desire.  You want to have me again, to be had by me again?  Have you thought about it these past two years while you hid, doing your dirty work in those small, violent places, dreaming of hot young flesh under your hands, your breasts, your...."  Petra's expression twisted, almost angrily and she pushed her fingers harder into the soft flesh, purposefully causing a little pain.  "....your<em>mouth</em>," she finished, reminding Gwen of the scars she still carried from that night, the teeth marks.