Rose felt hard blows. There was a barrage of hits to her middle, her sides, her back. Her head spun, but she hung onto Jonas. And she laughed. The amusement was plain in her voice. The hits hurt but she healed very quickly. And Rose was quite used to pain.
"Oh, he fights back! Isn't it cute? Isn't it sweet?" She spoke loudly, as though there was an audience watching. She brought a hand up to his throat, claws pressed tight to his exposed skin. "Shhh," she whispered into his ear, "Don't fight, sweetness. I just have a few questions and then I may let you live."