Arnell took one look back at the door leading back further into the guildhouse and then slowly stood.  He reached down to his belt, the buckle of which bore the symbol of the Laelith defenders and he unbuckled it.  He held it out to the side and then let it drop, his sword and dagger sheath attached to it clattering loudly.  Then he arched his shoulders and tilted his neck one way, then the other.  "I've heard of this.  That even though your kind claim they've thrown off their matriarchal ways, the ways of the underdark, that struggles like this are still your bread and butter."<br/><br/>Then with a roar, he launched himself across the desk at Lirdylene.  Her blue eyes widened in shock at the unexpected move and she realized that her provocative position on his desk also put her in a spot where she had no where to go.  Her reactions, too slow as he crashed into her and drove her back down onto his desk.  The wind was knocked out of her just a little as his heavy weight bore down on her, his body covering her, and her legs still pinned against the side of the desk.  He pressed his forearm against her throat, his weight, considerable being a young strong human, and aided by the cool chainmail that even know pressed against her soft flesh erotically.  Putting absolutely no pressure against her neck, but with the hard bone of his forearm against her windpipe, he smirked down at her and asked, "Does this prove that I'm more than you expected.....<em>female?</em>"  His voice was raspy and heavy with desire and there was no mistaking the bulge  she felt pressed into her thigh as any sort of weapon other than what he'd been born with.