Too cute for my toes

He slid from her grasp and immediately made a break for the door. Although it was tempting to rush and his dignity was pretty unsalvageable at this point, something in him wouldn't allow him to run even though it would have been the smarter choice. Instead he moved off at a fast walk, his steps sure and purposeful, and the closest he could get to dignified all things considered. That is, until the woman's words and maniacal laughter echoed off the walls. Then he ran. The woman had been able to roll him because he was lighter and smaller, and while that was all well and good in a wrestling match when it came to running those two characteristics were an asset.

Aku bolted, his eyes darting from tunnel to tunnel as he tried to remember which way was the way out. His scent was all over the tunnels as he had explored a bit before running into the woman. Grimly his cursed his past self's curiosity and then dove down the nearest passage. It was tempting to look behind him to gauge how much distance he had to spare, but the walls and some floors were literally lava and one wrong step would destroy his paws.

His mind, like his feet, was working overtime. What did she mean too late? Had he been right all along? Was he bewitched? Although he had heard ample stories on the subject of bewitching they were all rather vague on what it felt like to be under someone's spell. Had his desire to kiss her back been it? Was that the spell of the siren overriding him will? Come to think of it, it was possible he had been under her influence all along. It wasn't like him to play with something so dangerous. If he had been in his right mind he would have walked away at the start. Blessed mother, he was a moth in a web...