She held him fixed in her gaze, every movement, every twitch of his muscles being taken in through her eyes. As Dægmar saw it this could not end badly for her. If he was game they could have a fun and passionate time and if he was insulted she could egg him on till their meeting ended in battle. Either way she would get her sweet release. Though the woman had to admit she actually had the preference for the first option.
"“Irritable stranger? Why, that might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”"
She grinned, "Well, I am very sweet…. sure you don't want a taste?" He squared up against her and she couldn't decide if he was showing off or getting ready for a fight. Dægmar spread her legs evenly, rolling her shoulders forward as her hackles raised but the look in her eyes was only mischievous. She was all for a warm up fight if this big boy wanted to go.
"Dægmar Thyre… it's a pleasure." She winked at him. "How about we turn this into something a bit more interesting. You ever play truth or dare, Lyonovei?"
