His voice was lower and softer now, but somehow that only made it more menacing as he leaned down, eyes narrowed and his hands balled into fists. Hands and mouths-- such trivialities were for humans. Minotaurs had no need for foreplay; mating was as much to produce strong children for the tribe and to carry on one's legacy as it was for pleasure. If she wanted to play her game, very well; but there would be no mistake: she was not the one in control, and if she thought she could take control so easily, she was about to find out just how mistaken she was.