Talking about Heather like that brought a bitter taste to her mouth. But it didn't bring her any closer to attacking him. Though she did draw the circle in closer. When he said his manhood was bigger than her pinkie she couldn't help but laugh. "I cannot count how many times a man has sworn he was... long in the trousers. And how often the disappointed." Once she was at his back she let one claw slide from her skin, it was a silent movement. She let just the edge play along the back of his shirt if he knew the sound of a sword against fabric it might bring back memories, before it retreated back into her skin with as much silence as it exited. "And I have been with quite a few men."
As she came to stand before him she brought herself scant inches from him. "There is a saying that goes, it isn't the size that matters, it is how you use what you have." Of course she got the idiom slightly wrong, but she was getting better with them. She pressed her leather clad chest up against his. Her lips a hairs breath from his. Daring him to take the step back. "I was less full than I am now, years ago, and I never had a customer complain." Of course now she was fuller than she naturally was anyway, given the fact that she'd had a child only seven months prior, and she was still breast feeding. "I was Zebra Daddy's top 'bitch', for a whole year." She purposely dropped her tone do a low lusty growl. To show that his words didn't touch an anger cord.
"Though you should know that Heather is safe from you now." The young woman had so many wards on her and her home that she doubted Satan himself could cross the threshold without setting off more alarms than Fort Knox. She took a bold move and licked over his lips. Just for the reaction.