The coiling of invisible chains about her wrists wasn't a completely foreign sensation, but it wasn't what she might have expected from Kennet. Again, her eyes flicked away, considering the heat binding her. It stirred her own power a little, making the shadows in the room flicker, but there were no burns on her skin. At the worst, it seemed mildly uncomfortable. "I have always been intrigued by you," Elia pointed out. "Is one version more intriguing than another? If you bed one witch, would you feel a need to bed more just to even the scales?"
The questions she answered him with were perfectly calm, her tone easy and even with a hint of amusement. He was clearly baiting for a reaction, and she had no intention of being ridiculous and jealous for that. So far, she rather thought she had been doing well with her uncomfortable feelings of jealousy altogether. Didn't shifters bite people or pee on things when they felt threatened?
The tightening of the bonds won him a bit of a reaction though, a gasp when she felt them pull her back just a bit. It changed the dynamic of the position, putting Kennet in a more authoritative role. Elia's eyes focused on his lips for a moment before lifting, watchful and waiting. "If you are an entirely different Djinn, then send me away," she suggested, leaning into the pull of the invisible chains just a touch, testing her own movement; she got no further than a slight tip of her head toward his. "You've done it before. Maybe this time it will take?"