She stiffens and rolls her shoulders back as he touches her, eyes narrowing slightly. If she had her way, no man would lay his hands on her in any other capacity than pleading, but she is not the sort to stretch beyond her reach. Much.<br/><br/>The burning sends a little thrill through her, one of danger and power all rolled into one. Had things been a little different, Naiobe might have been one of those women who chased powerful men, drinking in their position. Had she not discovered power of a different sort, she might have been happy with civic power.<br/><br/>She places her hands on his hips, as intimate as a dancer poised for the first strains of music, and waits.