Cedar Sweep Throw your hands up and pretend you wanna fight me

She can see interest spark in his cool gaze, an interest returned by the witch as she watched him go to his lover. Unfortunately, Pixie had never quite mastered keeping her paws off things that weren't hers. There's fascination in her gaze as it falls to Zula, wondering if the girl might share. She can imagine the kind of reaction the soft one would have to that and a wicked grin breaks across her face. 

Her interest was a piqued by his words, her mousy brown ears perking as her burning gaze again found Nikan. 

There's a challenge in his words - but not for her it would seem. 

"Pray tell, darkling, what of the fairer sex? Have you know need for strong and ruthless women?" It's she who might have circled him with predatory hunger now, but given his spot on the ground she settles for prowling closer - mismatched gaze locked on him with some dark intrigue. The one called Serem seems capable enough but the witch will not be dismissed so easily - Nikan has yet to meet a woman of her ilk and she intends him to know it.

Ethos is forgotten as she waits to hear his answer.