[Her impatience was what got her to rap at his door twice. Thankfully, she's not so aggressive in a sense that impacts negatively on her emotions, rather, she seems to know how to keep that reigned it. It must be something to do with the discipline she's developed throughout the years when it comes to channelling her aggression.

His fingers latch onto her neck and her eyes widen, from surprise and a challenge of someone who tried to overcome her just then. It pulses in her blood, setting her aflame with a newfound desire to fight him back until he submits and admits to her victory.

She shakes her head, curbing her aggression once more. But she can smell it, however. Sensing there's something about him that radiates a feral need. It tastes like salt in the air and she almost can't resist.]

N-no, I'm fine. It's...it's okay. [Her fins swish a little as she pushes her hair out of the way. His movements, restrained, she's noticed.] May I ask, if I use your bath for a minute, I'm not sure if my legs are about to change. I will make it up to you. [In many ways. Wait. No. Stop that.]