After the day - hell, after the WEEK she'd had, Gina's finger was already starting to tighten on the trigger as Grendel snarled at her. If he was bluffing, she was completely ready to call it, and only Pretty Boy sliding between them save his junk from obliteration, even if it was only temporary. She eased off the trigger.... getting the oddest feeling that it would be a complete shame to mess up something so beautiful as this gorgeous creature.<br/><br/>Walking in between them was probably the least sensible thing she could have done, after a confrontation like that, and yet Gina did, her gun still in hand in case Grendel tried something in spite of Pretty Boy's influence. She tried to keep an eye on both of them in her peripheral vision, but more often than not she caught herself looking over at Pretty Boy. He was fascinatingly beautiful.<br/><br/>His words gave her a weird thrill, though; they were going to see her Lady! That, in conjunction with the presence of the creature walking beside her (did his arm brush her own? Oooh, she hoped it had.) worked in her to make her stomach flip-flop, and beneath her sedate dark skirt, a deep navy tweed that was fitted around her hips and flared out to swing slightly at the knee over dark stockings and low navy heels, there was a heat and also a definite sensation of being slick and sliding inside her panties.<br/><br/>She wondered if he knew what he did to her. She wondered if the Lady might want her to....<br/><br/>Just remembering what she'd done for the Prince in their last meeting made Gina suck in her lower lip, tugging her jacket closed around her as they stepped back out into the bitter winter cold, reluctantly releasing the gun inside her pocket rather than have it spotted and something go wrong.<br/><br/>She didn't want anything to go wrong and make her late to see the Lady.... and she wondered if the Lady would have her Hound in attendance.