“We’re here to fight, not… What do you call your poor performance in the bedroom?” Her tone was shallow enough it wouldn’t be caught by anyone but him. His grin turned feline. “You sound curious to find out. Perhaps after your defeat I can offer you consolation with my performance.” Zaiana gave her best sultry smile, one she knew inspired a lustful shift in him. If it wavered his focus and cracked his guard, she didn’t see the harm in playing. “This little battle is likely to be short. I think I’ll pass on following one disappointment with another.”
