Atnorsa held his gaze with her own icy glare as he spoke upon his ideas of pleasure, lips twitching still in her fierce grin, teeth flashing white between the pink as word by word he revealed what it was he thought, what he expected - and how very wrong he was about her and what she meant.<br/><br/>"Some find pleasure in acceptance of their fate," she countered, her head lifting to watch him as he licked a damp swath over her skin, "But some find pleasure in causing their fate to be as they wish. Some find pleasure in preservation of what they hold dear."<br/><br/>"Some," she said a little more quietly, "Take pleasure in in hamstringing a wolf..."