She could tell by his tone he was toying with her, taking her genuine interest and giving it a provocative air. Playfully, she swatted his shoulder while managing to wiggle out of his hold. She brought a hand to her maw from his wet kiss, and feigned a growl of disgust given away by the mirth in her shimmering orbs. “Well then,” she growled softly in taunt, slipping from his arms to stand on hands and knees as she prowled toward the mouth of the den, beckoning with flashing sweeps of her tail to follow. “No time like the present for a little match.”
She kept her form as it was, crawling out of the den and into the open air to wait for him. She needed no weapon or armor for this little bout of theirs. Just a calm mind and of course wit… and perhaps the element of surprise.