"No, no, no...you're an<em>agile</em>little squirmer, aren't you?" Finexia giggled as the woman slipped free, lunging forward<em>again</em>to grab her. "I'm not going to let my breeding stock get away!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grapple<em>again</em>! 16+15=31. GRR!