*catches a sharp breath, knowing in the instant beforehand that you aren't bluffing* *oh no no nonono*
*jerks helplessly to one side (all the little bones breaking on impact), and then the other (the blood roaring in her ears, and for once there is something greater than thirst in it), and then slams back into the wall, her head thrown back (and there isn't even a dog this time)*
*screams and screams, an unearthly, earsplitting shriek of pure agony, shooting up into the highest register (out of your mortal range) before plummeting to a bass growl (just a wounded animal, after all)*
*glares up at you, wide-eyed and panting, the blood and saliva drooling unchecked down her chin* *rasps* N-now... now you're speaking my language, mortal... he should've sent me for you instead, we'd've had a great time of it, huh? *abruptly curls in on herself and whimpers (mercy)* I don't know anything. Fuck off. *cringes in anticipation*