Oh, the dirty chuckle that rumbled in her chest at the thought. As she murmured, "Men and their 'hammers'." Her tongue sliding over her fangs as she leaned back against her arms.
Bryn was nearly butter beneath his hands. "I can't help you in magic. Mine and yours are very different. But I could help you if you wanted, in arms, and punches. I don't doubt that you could do impressively. Surely your muscles aren't all for show." Though they did make for a lovely one.