"You know what I want, Drizzt."  A smile played about her lips.  Now that she did not fear him, she could play just as he did, though her strength could only be in her words and the way she made him want her.  Kahlil wanted the drow male crawling to her as much as he wanted her crawling to him.  "So tell me what you want."<br/><br/>She was exerting a great deal of control over herself, control that likely would not last long but that she was enjoying nonetheless.  One of her hands moved to his face, a finger tracing his features:  the slender nose, the proud full lips, the sensitive pointed ears.  Her voice fell into an intimate whisper.<br/><br/>"Tell me what you want, Drizzt."