Flicks her tongue along her bottom lip, Zharia began to arch her back and push her body up so she was sitting up again. Slowly, she began to lean up, with her knees digging into the bed, denting it, while her fingers reached out to brush along the rope he indicated. Softly she curled her fingers around the item and tugged Dymian forward, closing the rest of the distance between the two. With her nose pressed against his own, she brushed her lips along his own. "You think you can handle me?" Her red hair had fallen over her shoulders down, covering part of her face. "You are so damn sure of yourself, It's adorable. I'll join your group." Chuckles as she lets go of the rope and skillfully pulls back from his reach already standing by the door frame. "Do not misunderstand me..." Flicking her hair back, she crossed her arms over her chest. "What you're suggesting is more than appealing for me, but we've just met. I'm not an easy girl..." Looking Dymian up and down, her pulse raised thinking it were a mistake with what she was about to do. "I suggest, you try again at a later date."