Bridget observed her houseguest, a sense of trepidation hanging in the air at her apparent silence. She didn't turn though, when Kinnley maneuvered around the room. Perhaps it would have been a smart thing to do, but nothing could have stopped the shadows that swiftly bound her, holding her tightly to the chair on which she sat. A sharp noise of surprise escaped the woman's lips, and she pulled against her ties experimentally. Yet she was mortal, if if werewolves could not snap them than certainly she had little hope.<br/><br/><strong>"What is this?</strong>" She frowned, her voice registering frustration,<strong>"Lass- Chk!"</strong>The sudden presence of hands kneading the expansive swell of her chest cut the woman off. Her eyes grew large as saucers as her human brain struggled to comprehend this sudden change,<strong>"Belay that, what are ye doing?"</strong>She demanded through gritted teeth.