Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

This time Seastorm did not tense; she only shifted awkwardly in his grasp, aware now of what he expected but uncertain how to give it. A low, breathless growl slipped from her. For a moment she contemplated bolting from him, or turning on him with teeth — but only a moment.

Catamaran was a kinder man than most, after all. The assassin tried to growl again, but this time it came out a whine. She made no move to escape his grip, though she shifted impatiently while she waited for some further sign from him.