Artemis frowned when he continued where she left off. His closet..? Why in heavens name would that stupid fairy send her to the man closet? When he continued to speak her mind narrowed in on one thing. Newly Bred Ligers. The heat around her spike quickly and her eyes darkened to a maroon color, borderline violet. If the floor and walls could be scorched they would be. If he had no way of combating extreme heat he would feel it. The temperature was enough to melt crayons in a instant and plastic bottles in a few moments. Yet she did not look like she felt it at all, for she didn't. That little fairy would not send her to his bedchambers....of that she was sure.<br/><br/>Her ears suddenly jerked when he blow on her ear. She felt her body heat, the type she could acknowledge, spike on her face, causing a slight blush to appear. Her ear were sensitive to touch and wind blowings. She turn on her heels, her claws turning a nice red color. Like pokers left in the fire too long. She was going to do what the fairy wanted the liger to do to her; rip her to pieces.<br/><br/>"I will never go to your bed chambers...." She muttered as she raced back down the hall to the room. She was going to get that tempestuous fairy for trying to kill her. Screw her innocence, that fairy was going down. Yet....through all of this the only thing that gave away what she was going to do where her claws, the heat, and her tail jerking around tensely.