Her garnet eyes flashed deep shades of pink and red in their deep color as his hand found the base of her neck and held her there. She had him by the n****e and he had her by the neck, the warmth radiating off his body called her feral nature to rise in her chest. Her senses already consuming him whole as his lips brushed close to her ear and his words were a sinful promise good and bad, depending on who you were. You had to be a sick puppy (one would think) in order to not run away screaming at what he promised but she was said sick little puppy with a sadomasochistic tendency. It was tempting and sweet, the invitation to sink her jaws into that exposed bare flesh and drink him down right there.
Rakshasa wasn't driven by sex despite her sexual nature, it was just the best way to lure in a catch and often worked in her favor. To tempt and corrupt, but the proposition offered here was to sweet a deal to pass up. Not that she'd ever ask for his pleasure, that's not how she rolled. He spoke as though he were multiple people all at once, a little thing she had picked up that made her grin even as he rose upwards to pull his piercing along her talon which she held firm. His moan was cute, but she'd rather hear a bit of hate and pain mixed in with that pleasure.
She wanted him blinded by the red, lost in the dark swirls of its allure and thrashing in the violence that it brought with it. At the mention of the boss, Rakshasa would do something she seldom did. Her mind sought a moment of pure clarity and she reached for the link formed between herself and the boss. Questioning, and then an answer. A wicked smile crossed her lips as Zantara settled himself back and made to play with his handgun.
"She remembers you. Fondly."
Swinging her gaze suddenly to the male that had spoken out about their behavior, she'd tsk her tongue and waggle a finger in his direction with a purr.
"Care to join then? You'd make a great appetizer."