God forbid he thought she was seeking comittment. She'd had enough of being tied down with a male, though the fact that it was her own brother trying to order her around was bad enough. Their lust for each other crackled in the air, but her former point resonated and bit at her like the bite of an adder. She was not looking for comittment, but neither did she want this sudden transferring of delicious heat to end. He had danced with many a wolfess, and left them all for what they became after that. Trash. Worthless, slutty not even scum bag worthy trash.

Sombra Cader was not trash.

And she wasn't about to act like so. Her preformance was wearing thin, her temper flaring allong with it. He was calm and exicted at the same time, infectious feelings that could easily tame her own with a single exhale of his demonic breath. His smile sent her expectations fluttering, the sly curl of the lip suggesting what her own mind begged her to wait for. So the beast approved. Sombra's little teasing was to continue, or that's what he wanted. His low voice told her that much between the strains of lust and want that mimicked her own hidden desires.

Oh good...

She purred, nipping lightly at his aud.

Living dangerous gives the spice of life. I think I could enjoy it here.

She hissed quietly. His own lilting purr still vibrating in her auds. She stood and stretched, rolling her shoulders low and raising her rump high, black banner tucked securely around the base of her legs. Her eyes were cold upon her return and her muscles tense, (not that they hadn't been before.) They could continue this game later, but Sombra tired of waiting, her stiff muscles a clear sign of such.

So are you going to let me in stranger?

She said, her sultry voice ringing with the chill. I would much rather continue this inside the boundries.