She cranes her neck, to watch him circle her, shivering slightly in anticipation, although she attempts to look calm and collected. When he finally moves over her, she gives a soft growl, almost like the purring of a massive cat, arching herself beneath him. She nips his throat in return, the sign of trust among dragons, amazed at how well she's taking this; had this been only a week before, they'd've been locked in mortal combat, not making love.