Emberwood you just don't have any--what's the word--talent.

"Cocky." Saarthal noted in amusement and turned around, appraising the stranger quickly, checking her out; an impish smile, roguish in nature adorned her face. "Hmm...I like it," she took a few steps forward, tongue swiping across her lips. The stranger was attractive, made more attractive by her sort of brash confidence - Saarth liked that a lot (probably too much) in women - and when she tilted her head just a bit, the light of the sun shone just right, bringing out the patterns on her pelt and the curious gold of her eyes. 
"Nothing - it's a hot day, I was bored, I wanted a distraction, you know, as one does - preferably in the form of a cute girl, 'cept I didn't expect to get so extremely lucky and come across one with attitude," Saarth grinned lazily, eyes glittering as a lopsided smirk danced loosely over her features, "and now I'm swooning and utterly disarmed."