"I'm a troll of many talents," she promises impishly. She is the type, at great length, but a girl has needs. More pressingly so at the moment even than usual. She's enjoyed her share of slaves, but right now, she wants a full-throated clash.

"So if you aren't enthused, we can certainly carry on as we are. But if your lack of interest pertains solely to your own capitulation - well. Please don't. If I wanted someone to yield right now I'd grab one of the dirtscrapers out there." She waves a dismissive hand, the slur light and easy in her mouth. She may not have fins, but she is still a creature of the sea.