There is some part of her that wants to run. Not because she is frightened of him, but maybe because she is frightened by how much she isn't scared of him. It's a conundrum, one they had facing them for a thousand years before they became banished. Now it's back, again, and she longs to flee and send him on the hunt after her even if it's just to the bedroom... she bites her bottom lip and her eyes are hooded, breath shallow as he traps her with his hands against the door.
"Yes," there is no denying that she misses the strength of Perun though. Where Veles was wild and freeing, Perun was stable and constant, if not somewhat binding. She couldn't quite explain why she liked either side or how it was difficult to choose. It just was.
She ducked low, under his arm, and being petite allowed her to squirm free. Dodola quickly turned on her heels, shoes slipping off.
"You found me," she lifted her arms in a shrug. "Now what?"