She laughed softly and took Calisto's hand and guided it back to her hair, "Satyrs and Dryads are not like most races. We love to be touched, and if we like a person, we happily welcome it," she smiled teasingly. There was a little innuendo in what she said, but she didn't linger on it.<br/><br/>Her eyes trailed over to the girl in the suit, "I think she found our, 'prey', for us." She giggled a little about Calisto's comment about her hunting prowess. She was a little less skilled at hunting in this form, she was closer to her dryad heritage, and was more of a magic user, but she didn't bother to correct her. It wasn't like she couldn't hunt, she just preferred to be in her male form, which was slightly stronger and more agile.<br/>