"Oh yeah? Same goes for you." She tapped one of the strings of silver connecting the tip of an antler to the center point. "They're sensitive, especially near the base. I'll let you figure out my other weaknesses on your own." She winked.

She flopped down on the ground beside him, watching as he tried to light the fire. It really wasn't hard, but if he needed help, for whatever reason, all he had to do was ask.

"Be it far from me to stop a man from waxing poetically." Although such compliments tended to fluster her far more than more salacious flirtations, as evidenced by the now very obvious flush upon freckled cheeks. "I'm not good at all that myself — but I will say you are gorgeous, and unlike anyone I've seen before save maybe the tieflings."

She reached over — assuming he wasn't fiddling with something — and gently brushed her fingertips under his chin. "Submission, huh? Shame I didn't bring a few toys with me. But I think I can handle you. How do you feel about vines and bondage?"

Didn't hurt to ask.