Zeetha didn't really give him time to react, nor did she allow much time for thought. She twisted herself so smoothly, so quickly, with fluidic grace and grabbed his arm roughly, her other hand coming up to grab his shirt. She used the momentum to force him back into the nearest wall, without any care of subtlety. And her eyes... her eyes burned with rage and confusion.
But her harsh expression soon faded as she looked into his eyes. A memory returning, melting away all her fear and doubt, even for a second. She could remember that moment... when she pushed him back and tore all his clothes off. They had become so familiar, so passionate in that moment. Her heart almost skipped a beat as that look of realisation crossed her features. But that was all she could remember.