As he side-stepped, she stayed still, watching him perform as if she had paid tickets to watch him work. There was mild amusement glittering in her otherwise expressionless eyes, a hint that there was a bit more there than stone cold granite.
Looking up at him, holding her ground as he leaned in, she returned his smirk with a predatory edge. "Perhaps another time," she purred, reaching up to trail the edge of her thumb along his jaw line. His carotid arteries throbbed beneath his skin, so close that she could almost taste them. But she refrained. "For now, all of my cats need to stay alive. But only for now."