Nadine's lips curl in a little smile, the sort that shows teeth. Another time, another mood, from anyone else and she'd perhaps protest that particular term of endearment. But right now it seems very fitting. And from him, it sounds like a compliment.

Or maybe it's just that she's so terribly aroused and undone with want right now. Her legs open for him without resistance, hips lifting to meet him. She's wet and eager and ready for him, and she'd reach for him but the vines are holding her tight and all she can do is bend her legs to grip him like that. All the while her upper body strains towards him amid the greenery and flowering blooms. Lights catch on her horns, making them shimmer with iridescent colors as her hair shifts over and around them.

Still her lips are curved back from her teeth, and she clicks them together with a little gasp as he hilts himself fully within her.

"You're what I want."