The grip on his horns only tightens the longer he lets this kiss go on, a slow tremble finding it's way up her spine and oh fuck it has been a long time hasn't it. The dragon doesn't count, no matter how much she hated that fucking thing and the grudge it bore for her hand in Redglare's death. Which leaves Dualscar as her last real black interest, which. Is kinda sad when she thinks about it.

Lucky the hand pushing away is a distraction and Mindfang lets him use it, landing on her feet when she falls off him with only the smallest stumble. Slowly her hand lifts up and wipes over her mouth, giving a distasteful look at the darker shade of blue before rubbing it off on her coat.

And then she raises a finger, looking quite threatening for a troll a few feet shorter then him. "You even dare to fucking mention this, that, whatever, and I will slit your throat in your sleep." Just ignore that faint flush that creeps up her neck as she recognises how caliginous those words sound. Business to do. "You know I will."