The pale woman turned easily in his hands, stepping forward as he pushed, but the natural training of her life as a woman of the Amazonian tribes was not entirely subsumed by the strange, mind-swirling effects of the wine. One of her hands twisted to wrap hard around his wrist, and when she stepped forward she leaned, pulling hard and bending to the side to try to drag him past her, intending to release him toward the table - all with that strangely pleased and carefree smile gently curving her lips.