Giselle isn't worried about being in danger as he shows his literal fangs and acts as if he is going to tear her neck open.  Instead, she simply rolls her eyes but moans softly as he kisses her neck.  Turning around after he had finished cleaning her every inch of flesh, she stops his hand that held the soapy rag and takes it from him, smiling warmly with just a hint of naughtiness as she returns the favor.  "If I didn't know you were an overgrown pussycat I might have been worried just a second ago."  She replies, letting her hands roam over his chest, cleaning him just as slowly as he had for her already.  "Besides, you're right about us being heroes and all, but...I do wish we weren't needed to be what we are so we might of had a normal life together.  On the other hand, I probably would have went stir crazy."  She giggled, leaning into his right ear to whisper.  "That, and when you moved to 'bite' me, I had my hand ready to twist your right nut off out of sheer instinct."  Was she bluffing?