Her head snaps up at his whistle, startled. But then she sees him, sprawled on silk that matches his lovely eyes, an item from HER hoard around his arm, sprawled out like the most sensual of visions.

Her eyes shift to violet, her energy surges with WANT, with Desire. Her tongue darts delicately across her lips, an unconscious motion of hunger. "Such a fine sight you make," she says, voice rough with desire. Her wings shiver, rustle, as if she's about to pounce.

She stalks toward him, slow. "Heka gave me hours of pain. I can think of no finer revenge than for my mate to claim me with pleasure atop his hoard before I take it for myself."

She leaps, wings moving through the air to help her move quickly toward him. Then, she's on all fours over him, wings spread. "Would you have me?" she whispers, voice rough with want. "Here, now?"