Eyes suddenly narrowing predatorily, and tail twitching with contained excitement, the huntress snuck up upon her prey (17 stealth roll) with claws outstretched and fingers wriggling. Each step the soft pad of a bare foot moved across the flooring till she was ready to pounce, the tight robe barely containing her flesh fluttering for a moment as her soft palm settled on his shoulder. "Hm, desert sounds lovely, Derrus. What are we having?" Her breath and voice were warm in his ear, and the hanging fabric of the loosely tied robe was rubbing against his uniform.