Oh that grin, that wide, predatory grin. Soma looked like the cat that ate the canary when Balrog verbally rose up against her.<strong>"Now now now now, my good friend, you know as well as I do that I have just as much right to be here as you. More so even! Why, with the blood of Gods running through my veins there's a lot of things I have a divine right to."</strong><br/><br/>She thought for a moment, then giggled conspiratorily. Holy hells, Soma doing an un-masculine affectation!<strong>"There's also my absurd level of skill the most heavenly art of swordsmanship that lets me defeat all opponents regardless of strength. Oh, and my breasts. Breasts are one of the many things that let you rule over people. Mainly men, but  . . some women."</strong>Soma gave a few pointed glances around, smiling.<br/><br/><strong>"Now . . if you'd like to <em>'work out'</em> our differences in privacy, I'm sure we could figure something out."</strong>Soma had been having fun, but she couldn't look completely flighty now. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a serious air growing about her, as her hand rested on the pommel of her sheathed blade leaning against the table.<strong>"I'm sure it would be . . <em>fun</em>."</strong>