The woman seems to grin as you answer, almost amused by your stuttering and how you seem to shake with what can only be excitement and arousal, something she seems to gleam with a knowing glance.  She takes a few steps closer, still smiling as she approaches, a soft sway to her hips not exaggerated in the slightest; it was a simple, natural movement for her, it would seem.<br/><br/>"Excellent... in that case..." she says softly, before her body breaks into a blur of motion.<br/><br/>In what seems like an instant, her body a blur of well-practiced, well-trained, and superbly deft motion, she rushes Mylanna, the ringing of a steel blade breaking what was previously a completely silent night.  She stops, blade drawn and pointed at your throat, her body poised and coiled, ready to thrust and end you should you so much as flinch improperly, her face no longer the sweet, pleasant thing that it was.  No, now she looked like the determined, practiced knight that she was, performing her duty in the quickest, most efficient means possible.  She would glare into your eyes, her own determined, focused, and calculating with a great deal of wisdom to them garnered over years upon years of experience... the eyes of a true warrior.<br/><br/>"By the authority of Silverymoon, the Trade Merchants, the Sunite Temple, and Alustriel Silverhand herself, you are under arrest for the brutal murder of Lord Calistorn,<em>weretiger</em>." she said, her voice far more powerful and filled with utmost authority, yet still melodious and beautiful despite a palpable sense of threat and death "This will go one of three ways: fight me, and I will kill you where you stand.  Flee, and I will track you down, and you'll only die tired.  Or, you come peacefully, handing me<em>all</em>your weapons and in special silver manacles, and you'll be given a trial and have the opportunity to... plead your innocence."<br/><br/>She moved her blade a bit, the glint of sunlight off the metal showing that it was no ordinary steel blade; the blade was one of alchemical silver of the finest quality... the bane of all lycanthropes good and evil.  Apparently, she came prepared...<br/><br/>"Your call... do you wish to die now, as the other forty-two lycanthropes I've slain have?" the woman asks, her voice as forceful and serious as it was, leaving no room for uncertainty in whether or not she would be following through with her threat "Tick tock, tiger girl..."<br/><br/>(I'd have given you a chance to react, but with the way your character was reacting, she would have gotten a surprise round against you anyway)