Ariann watched as the man drew his hand over his face in an exasperated manner. She tilted her head to the side and nodded softly, "I have seen neither the figure of the male land-dweller nor the figure of the male Charoda." She says, a light blush upon her cheeks, "If you are offering, I would be happy to say yes." She said, looking away shyly. Then he asked about the shriek. "Yes and no." She states, with a frown, "I shrieked because you touched my too close to my special spot, which Mother said I should keep sacred for the one to be my mate. As for the second question, no. I am..." she paused, "Attracted to you." She clarified.
She watched him for a moment. Her eyes trailed over his chest, from his pecs to his abdomen. Her eyes trailed along his finely chiseled arm muscles and then to his finely sculpted hands. He had the looks of a true master of the arts of fighting, but Ariann was afraid that he was too violent for her. She was one of peace, a follower of Rik'kiel and graced of her gnosis. The mark on the back of her hand began to shine lightly as she thinks of Rik'kiel. She lets out a sigh, her eyes returning to his as she stood and approached him, leaning over his chair and getting close to the man, so her lips sat only a few inches from his. "But your heart is too violent." She stated, "And for that, I worry."