Toho watch with what bordered on fascination as Damita lowered herself to pick up the gone she'd just discaded. Dark eyes narrowed..was she trying to defend herself? From him? Was she considering actually<em>shooting </em>him?<br/><br/>With another angry roar, he lunged forward, an enormous paw-like hand slapping violently at her wrist. The pistol was jarred loose, battered to the floor. His other paw moved to her back, pinning her face-first against the tree she's been resting against. The way he held her, her upper body was stretched forward against the rouch surface, that small jaega dress slipping up to reveal her thighs.