Drya snarled in the brute's face and opened her hands a bit, prepared to scratch at his eyes or grab his face if he tried anything. She twitched when he mentioned smelling her fear, and she knew that her chances of getting out of this was quickly evaporating. Her heart hammering after listening to the rest of her speech, Drya did some quick mental math and came up with the conclusion that A) There was likely nothing she could do to escape, and B) It would be very bad if she resisted. Trying to calm her heart and set her resolve, the hybrid glanced down at the obvious evidence that the filthy mutt was horny before staring him down. "Fine, I won't fight." She relaxed her muscles enough to let the rest of her tail fall away and let her limbs fall out of a defensive position. "But I've never been one to just lay there and take it," she warned him, her golden eyes flashing.