If it weren't for the spell, Zitka would probably have gone for one of her knives right then and started stabbing him. Instead, she wiggled her butt in the air and smiled at him. Zitka leaned forward, pressing her breasts into into his chest. There was a gleam in her eye, as if she was trying to decide what to do next. "Now... What would it be that Ahri would want, prayerboy?" She said, smiling a cheshire cat grin.