Hoshor Plains a feeling that consumes

"Everybody wants something," she replied curtly. Even she wanted things. Flashes of her masters danced in her mind. Tomahawk licked her lips, impatient with this one. Unlike he, who fell to his rump and pretended(?) to relax, she stood still, solid, unwavering. "So what do you want?" she asked again, unwilling to take "no" for an answer. Did he take her for a fool?