Somehow he knows that she had been fair, that she had withheld from striking when he was down, and to acknowledge this he nodded ever so subtly before he moved toward her. Instead of bracing her form like many novices she relaxed into it, her head twisting up like a viper, poised to strike. And strike she did. A quick flash of pain billows through his mind before settling upon his brain. It was like the caress of a long lost friend, like the embrace of Dragonfly after so long. It was familiar and as such did not hinder him as much. Instead he focused on the mouthful of ruff between his jaws, ever careful not to puncture too deeply as he attempted to jerk her down. It was during one of these jerking movements that she shoved forward, the move adding more momentum than he was ready for.

Eyes widen as he back pedals on his hind legs, loathe releasing her, yet struggling to keep his balance. It only takes a few steps backwards before he releases her, throwing his left leg over her head to join his right which was now on the ground. He hopes that this would disengage her and remove her deliciously hot mouth from his lower chest. If she releases then he will shoot forward to drag his fangs along the side of her belly, the closet side to him. If it lands he will put pressure to the move but is careful not to bite her nor open skin as he does so. If by some chance she decides to hold on he will then mouth the closest ear to his mouth. For both possible moves he will make sure to drool excessively just to annoy her. After a moment, if she does not latch onto him again he will dance back, placing space between them.

”MMMM, taste like venison.”

He quips, voice low yet holding a humorous edge as he eyes either her drenched side or ear. He does not lower his guard, yet he feels a tingle of something as it infiltrates his system. The sensation is light and airy which causes him to smirk before prancing about her, careful to stay just out of reach.

”Look at me! I’m so terrified of the Little Queen!”

Eyes narrow as he taunts, knowing that whatever opponent she faces will belittle her, will taunt her with everything most vicious. They will try to blind her with rage in hopes that she will succumb and make foolish mistakes. He knows that in the future he will have to toss some of them out during their spars; that he will have to harden her heart to such jibs, but for now he holds his tongue. The wounds are still too fresh, too raw to rip them open at the moment.