Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

The young male was brave, daring even and the witch within Osprey both purred out of pleasure for his tender touches and flattering and at the same time it noted that he had crossed the invisible border between two strangers far too easily, far too soon. Therefore she waited patiently, until the fellow retreated just a little and without a word lashed out at him - her jaws snapping just inches from his muzzle. It was a polite reminder that this was no one person's game and that at the first round he had laid out too many cards on the table. 

She then backed away, went down to a play bow and regarded him with a challenging gaze and a toothy grin, indicating that they were still playing and that the fellow should think about his next move carefully. She was not going to give him any hints about, what she was going to do. Being a witch was an advantage here - they always played by their own rules.