User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20161130175813/@comment-28358106-20161201201324

Her eyes widen with glee at the maelstrom of DE.

"Oh-ho ho! The teapot's tempest is loose, is it?  Awesome!  Now, let's see...Let's see what I've gotten myself into..."

There is a huge flash of the phantom blue flame. Marcus finds himself in a much larger cage, draped with silks and pillows, and just large enough for two to be comfortable. The snow rages outside, but in here is just the comforting warmth of tthe flames that give no pain. Opposite him is Cyndwella, in her human form, except she wears very little, and none of it covers what it should. She slinks forward, blushing, her bewitching smile no longer destroyed by her phantom scarring.

"Ahh...hah...Let's see now. I'll make it short, for the both of us.  After all, I can replicate memories back home..."

As she speaks, her warm fingers wrap around Marcus' arm. Her deep blue eyes look at him up through her eyelashes as she nuzzles his bicep, looking down only when she extends her tongue and runs it up the length of his arm...