With a shrug, she let him steer her around. "Some warriors prefer meek and docile prizes," she pointed out mildly, as if he did not know such things. Being laid back against the bed was amusing, but she started playing with his belt and inching his shirt up to play with the hidden skin. Sliding a leg around his thigh, she rolled them to have him down below, smirking. "And had we met amicably then, would you have consented to being my prize and willing hostage?" She dipped down to kiss him and tease his lips, a hand lazily stroking his broad chest.