Simply hearing his tone of voice and his accent gave away his native language. She chuckled a bit, she looked up at him, a dark smile on her face, her eyes vanishing light before her face. Her arms dropped as the air around her became blurred from heat flowing from her body; they hit the floor and she growled sharply. She chose to speak more before she made a decision, this time, in English, "And what, might I ask, is to keep me from taking her as well... or better yet... you?"<br/><br/>She laughed a bit, "You sure got your summoning magic down," she continued, "For your sake, you had better have something ready to control me too!" She jumped at him, a hand with sharp claws drawn back and ready to strike at him with a painful slash. The only thing that would be able to stop her in her tracks would be a very quickly spoken spell to force a redirection of her attacks.