Immediately Methuseld sensed something was off. She didn't know Aza all that well, and the revelation from a few hours ago that she was a shapeshifter didn't help, but...<br/><br/>She gazed upon the woman, changed somehow by the Greater Shadow's magic (although she did not know that), as the other slowly slunk towards the edge of the bed. The general's eyes furrowed. She might have shut the girl down, likely harsher than Donovan had earlier, but... something... was making it hard to do that. Normally the hard blonde felt nothing towards other women, but the flush in her cheeks indicated otherwise in this particular situation. That, and her damned inability to back away as the shapeshifter pulled her right to the edge of the bed - any more and she'd have fallen in. Methuseld told herself it was just her trying to understand why Aza was acting so strangely, but in truth she was not that sure. She breathed in the other woman's scent - spicy, enticing, exotic. It was hard not to feel a pull, which was very likely the idea.<br/><br/>And then the shifter leaned up against her, pressing her nearly nude, warm flesh fully against the general's armor. She couldn't feel it, but the knowledge that the body was there, all soft, feminine, and obviously very eager, was enough. Full glossy lips reached up, brushed against the blonde's throat. A tender gesture, yet also one that the general couldn't help but be wary of - suspicion and paranoia had their place in martial matters. But the kiss practically sealed her fate - if not because of the shapeshifter's altered state, then because of Methuseld's own (not that she was aware of that<em>either</em>).<br/><br/>Shadows passed along her armor, like black fish swimming beneath the silvery surface of the water. Not many, but even seeing that once is enough to let someone know something is off. And if anyone had cared to look (which neither of them likely did), her hair saw flecks of black just<em>appear</em>in it. No dye, no tricks - as if it had always been there, hiding beneath the blonde like a crocodile poised to lunge out of the water. The general felt a warm glow deep within her, a yearning she hadn't felt in a while and wasn't sure she could sate with anything, merely ameliorate temporarily. She exhaled a long-pent up breath - it was all she could do as the flush crept along her cheeks and that glow, that now-burning glow, threatened to wrest control of every fiber of her body.<br/><br/>And then it did - temporarily. Coupled with Aza's Shadow-induced powers of seduction, that new unknown power withing Methuseld stole her will too soon after she'd earned it back. A strong hand gripped Aza's chin firmly, positioning her mouth so that Methuseld might kiss it better. It was a hot, fiery, lusty kiss wholly lacking romance or love. It was Methuseld's need, a need she hadn't had before for a woman she hadn't been attracted to before, that took control of the general. In charge of so many others, Methuseld found herself in charge of this situation as well (or at least trying to take control), and after a few passionate, wet moments, attempted to push the beautiful shapeshifter onto her back on the bed, climbing in after and onto her to continue the heated embrace of their lips.