The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She blinked, sultry and languid, believing she was some highborn lady playing chess with the devil. She flicked an ear at his common advance. If they didn't try this route they tried the flat-out lunge and grab. She glanced at his paw, bleeding? Bruised? Sprained?

She slowly leaned forward.
"You didn't say please." She whispered.

She pulled back suddenly and swayed, giggling as she stumbled to her feet! her legs crossed as she attempted the stand and swayed back to the ground, suddenly laughing at her attempts to get up and scramble away from him. She didn't know if she was actually running now or just teasing him. She would sloppily scramble and push against him when she was accepting her fate as he would inevitably catch her in this state!

"Speech"