Shifting her grip to free her right hand, Tiger grabbed the boy by the hair instead to keep him upright and wrench his face up to look into hers. Her fingers splayed over his face, tender in their touch, as if she might have been sorry for him. Her eyes were smiling again, something about them inhuman, blank and devilish and purring pleasure all at once, her braid slowly slithering over her shoulder as she bowed to meet dead weight part way. That look was a cat on the hunt. That was all she had to tell him, just waiting for a little spark of fight in him before subduing it again with a knee to his soft groin, not letting him double over, his hair pulling from his scalp between her claws.