Moonspear you win or you die

For a time, the duo romped; there was no doubting her enjoyment of this activity which she did nothing to conceal. Though Hydra liked to think she could best him [given this was her own area of expertise that she ever-worked on], there was no effort to do so; he was no easy opponent, by any means, even in their play; his tactical mind worked with her own, and there was no doubting she had learned some things from him. Hydra sought to teach him plenty so that no other but for herself might ever best him. 

Satisfied, Hydra disengaged with a backward hop and a playful swat. Her grin remained as she took in his handsome, ruffled visage; her own furs were likely unkempt from their activity, though she kept her own distant position in case he sought another playfully physical rebuttal. 

I met the very same man you did, when you found that injured woman, Hydra drawled, eyes flashing as her own tactical mind worked to distract him from any physical pursuits against her and thinking this an effective method to do so.