He catches the slightest hint of her eyes flashing golden, as a wicked smirk crosses her face. "My, what a... silver tongue you have," she says, as she rises to her feet and saunters closer. Nothing in the room seems to be different from when he last saw her, but something about her seemed a little off--<br/><br/>She lunged for him, tackling him to the ground, her eyes glinting hungrily. "I wonder if it's as good for other things," she says, a purring rumble in her chest.<br/><br/>(CMB roll to grapple of 29. CMD is 35, if he wants to try and struggle.