Neit felt powerless. It was like being in bed with a dragon. Only that creature melted her like butter in it's hands, metaphorically rather than literally.
Still. She couldn't admit to getting all mushy and weak at the knees, not just because some little runt said some cute drivel at some point. Another deep, lustfull kiss allowed her some time to think.
"...Bute...I can'te love her. I need to kill her. Whate kind of a drow would lete a little fluster like thate stop them, ife they had to?..." Her voice was still hushed, grating, masking turmoil with agitation. "...I need to know how to stop ite... A potion. A drug. Anything..."