Haunted Wood Catatonic

Explosive, certainly.
She danced back, head lowered with a devilish grin.
"Aw I'm sorry I scared you." She found it hard not to laugh, but that would only irritate him more. Instead, she just crooned softly, managing to keep a straight face.
She held her ground for the moment.

"I wanted to get to know you, Warlord. You're interesting."
Not yet. She couldn't touch him yet. Where Rokig could easily be melted this was a different kind of deep-set fury. She had to slowly melt him, or he'd shatter or explode.
She wanted him whole, quite frankly.

"Let's patrol and talk. Or perhaps I'll talk at you whilst you brood." She knew what sort he was. Not one to waste time nor one to easily get to. La putana inclined her head with a softer smile, not the wicked, mischevious one she gave him before.