Oh, but how you’d love to prey on me, wouldn’t you? To have me at your mercy, bent by your strength... How’d you love to take me by the neck, wrap your cold fingers around it, and feel the pulse of my mortal life under your grip… —her velvety voice hissed once more, in a lowered tone that was almost like a whisper, and her hand directed Sathona's to her warm neck, posing it there.— I, who dared to tempt you with my beauty and wittiness…— she pressed on, keeping her face against the witch's, and her free hand took Sathona's left hand, and it follow the other one already resting on her neck.— Oh, how you'd love that, wouldn't you, huntress? For you are an Artemis of sorts and manners, of impulses and strength... And you are so close to having me, to overpower me, or... Is it that I already have you in my trap? —her words seemed vicious, but her voice was inviting, alluring, and absolutely sensuous,