Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

She felt an attraction for the sly man before him- for the pristine shade of his pelt, accented about his shoulders with a crowning cape of faint lavender, for the strength of his body, and for how it might feel to be in his clutch- and she might have been seduced in an instant by the velveteen tones of his voice if it hadn't been for his eyes. He hadn't neared, but in the stillness she could not perceive the natural border between iris and pupil, nor could she see reflection or depth within them, as though the light that touched them simply became trapped, and could not reflect. Still with those cool pools of ebony he cast a look over her which made her feel claimed, not invited. She felt the importance of her will and volition begin to dissipate as she sensed how little they might mean to him. After all- he greedily took with his gaze what he would, without shame. What was to stop him from doing the same with his fangs?

Her fangs, of course. 

And given the fact that that idea was set squarely within her current definition of fun, she was able to keep herself from becoming too daunted. He was playing a game...And with the challenge that presented itself came the icy prick of spurs at her sides, urging her forward and greasing the wheels in her mind. "Duchess?" She said, her tongue flicking against her teeth, as though in disdain. "Is that what you think I am?"