His hand pressed her down to the table, her harm bent beneath her with the movement, and a small rill of pain shot up her arm from the cuts and raw skin of her previously manacled wrist as it wast trapped beneath her ribs; her other arm dropped slowly out of his hair, trailing and tugging gently even as she smiled at him. Seeing him, certainly, but her eyes skittered over his face as if seeing things that were not there, dangling before his eyes and against his cheeks.<br/><br/>"Natuuurrrre...." she whispered, lips dropping open a little as his fingertips trailed along her sex, and if she were entirely in her own mind, she would have been chagrined at what he found; her slit was all but weeping for his touch, and she inhaled deeply, eyes closing. The smell of something was in the pale warrior-woman's nostrils, and made her smile.