A wry smile dances over her lips, her eyes dark. There's very little she won't do. Hasn't done. As long as a Healer can fix the damage, it paid well to be flexible. As for what she likes...tiniest shrug of a thought across her bain that she dismisses.

She likes equals.

She closes the gap between them, fitting her small frame against his, feeling his warmth, and all his hard places meeting hers. She runs her hands up his chest, with just a hint of nails, until she winds her arms around his neck. Her fingers tease at the hair at the nape of his neck. She reaches up, her lips hovering just below his, slightly parted, warm breath, sweet and spicy with the wine, brushing over his lis.