Lone Star Mountain what should we do?

erzulie tensed imperceptibly as the man came closer but still she did not move. his eyes were dark and thoughtful despite the clear pull her scent was having upon him. "i do not be needin' your protection," she told him, though her tone was one of intrigue, not irritation.
she did not answer. erzulie felt the power of the atmosphere gathering in and around her.
firefly, a coward. merlin, too young to understand that the sea would swallow him,
njord — surely she had broken his heart. 
it was she who closed the gap of space between them, it was she who took his scent and stood watching him with the energy of a courtesan. "an' t'ere be very little i fear, man of de mountains."