He hears the creak and he stops for a moment. She was so angry right now that she was probably bending at the hull. He grinned though as she stopped suddenly. Tatin knew where her fear was coming and he knew he gave him the advantage.<br/><br/>"You little witches are all the same. Take away your Force, take away your weapon, and you're nothing. No one, completely unremarkable from every other pissy little malcontent in the universe." He growls, knowing that it'd enrage her.<br/><br/>His own breath coming fast and hot, the exertion from the previous fight and his own application of strength here insuring that. But as he felt her curvacious body against his, he felt that other base dark emotion, lust, bubble to the surface through his other prominent emotions as well. "Probably like them in other ways too." He hisses in her ear.