"and one doesn't survive as a hunter without the endurance to wear out a foe, for days on end," he smiles suggestively, "can you say the same, can you meet the challenge, or perhaps you area too weak from your confinement to be able to handle it." Eyes never straying from her as his hand strokes up her spine, his fingers teasing at her naked flesh. Bit by bit, his hand sinks into her hair, his own confidence unwavering, unyielding.