Increasingly, she was losing patience with the bird- alas, she observed the tendrils- clearly they were biological or else they would not have been able to manifest themselves. Of course, if she had not held her own againsts uch things before, she would certainly not be here. The Major moves patiently to sit beside him, scooping up a frozen and frosted over stick that had been trapped in the igloo, using it to prod the flames," I would like go be addressed with more respect, Beatrice, if you would." She spoke simply, low, gravely voice measured and cool- but it was becoming clear she was becoming ever so slightly exasperated.
Pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping one arm around them, she watched the red tongues of heat leap upward as if in joy. No- she had not been looking to use her 'womanly charms' persay to take the mage off guard, at this moment she was more concerned about becoming ill due to the sweat inside her armor freezing and thawing out before she had the chance to escape. Sickness now would mean death, and with a mage such as this- well, it was hard to tell but he would strike just as any other she was sure. Looking back toward him, she tilts her head suddenly," Tell me, have you ever been with another in an intimate sense?" She asked suddenly, the question genuine. Besides, such intimacy and the bragging of such was rather commonplace amongst grunts- often the subject of jokes and playful jabs to ease the atmosphere.