Powerful? Strong? Sombra liked to think herself so, and mustered that very facade at the current moment. The silky tone registered in her voice, and her eyes were batting softly in entrancement to the 'victim'. But who was she kidding here? She was putty in his presence, a formless ever changing whirl of emotions that lay concealed heavily beneath her velvet fur. The way her heart began to beat faster and faster when he spoke could only be credited to a natural body motion. So she was excited to here what he had to say? So what? But not even she could convince herself that argument, locking his golden orbs with her own teal gems for another moment.

In spite of the lust that had claimed her soul, her thoughts, her knowledge, the eye contact was a solid and unbreakable thing for a timeless moment. Wasn't that what she was? Solid, unbreakable? And as much as she'd like him finally breaking her, the freedom she fostered in the safety of her identity remained, and sang to the bird that had been ringing alarm calls in her mind. Her slow advance halted, and she settled in front of him, closer than comfortable for such a stance but reluctant to move father away. Her movements were graceful, flowing through the motions like a ballerina during a well rehearsed dance when she leaned forward once more. That's all this meeting seemed, back and forth, to him and then away, like a puppet to it's master.

A puppet without strings.

That's what she was, and she answered accordingly, painfully aware of the tethers of his form that drew her to him.

Rough work is quite simply the best, dear master. I couldn't say I would welcome anything else. As for the teasing... If you want, I can tone it down. It's about as safe an action as meeting you...

Only her muzzle had leaned close to his, and her whiskers twitched micheviously as it was pulled back to once again to return regally to its former posistion. He was experienced, one had only to listen to his lyrics to draw a conclusion like such. Meaning that this act had worked on plenty of females before her, and was about to draw another into its spell. As much as Sombra wanted to let it, she resisted. She would not be another fae that he left thirsting for more while he slunk off for the second of the night's probably quite wealthy catches. She intended to make him beg, make him plead, a posistion he most certainly did not seem like he had had before. Her lust grew, just eyeing him and his defined figure. Another low growl rumbled in her chest. She wanted him to take her, but not this soon, not this sudden. She wanted a permit into the packlands, and a meeting with the Alphess herself. Then she could see about getting around to this sexy beast.