It was, admittedly, a gamble. Unstable as he is by now, she shouldn't be so surprised to feel the sharp dig of stone in her back, of his teeth cutting into her lip enough to taste bitterness on her tongue. It's the press of his leg between her thighs-- hard and sudden enough to spark a jolt of sensation low, low in her belly-- that also sparks the urge to abandon diplomacy and go right for his throat instead.

Gun be damned, he's going to remember exactly why Chloe Frazer isn't meant to be taken lightly.

A point she makes by bearing down on those weak wrist bones with the pad of her thumb.