Gemini watched him trying to search her with amusement, still smiling innocently as he touched her, restraining the urge to damage the hand as it probed. "Almost?" She asked, pouting disappointedly, toying with him.
The Jedi was getting rough, his fingers digging into her skin with enough force to hurt...if she could feel. But even though she felt his fingers digging in there was no pain, her body lacking the nerve endings to create the sensation. She did allow herself to gasp for effect, although that had more to do with enjoying the situation than real discomfort.
But as he probed she felt the amulet move or try to within her, a thrum of energy building which she did not understand, the Jedi seeming to draw from it and grow darker, stronger and God was that attractive. Leaning closer, she met his demand with a sly smile, eyes alight with playful malice.
"You place too much value in appearances," she murmured and as she spoke the 'fabric' around his hand tightened, imprisoning the Jedi's hand against her back, her own hand reaching for his to catch him in a vice-like grip and pin him forcefully in place. Her strength didn't match her small assumed frame, but if he was going to threaten her she wanted to remind him of her own power.
"Lucky for you I like men who think they're in charge."