[The wave of satisfaction that washes through him knowing he'd thrown her off her game here is refreshing and exciting. When is anyone really prepared for Tartaglia when he decides to roll through somewhere with chaos spinning out of control all around him, he's not sure. But to know that it had caught her off balance to the point where she'd fallen into his arms made his heart beat more strongly than he's ever felt it beat before, and he obeys her request as she unbuttons the rest of his shirt. The garment is quickly discarded, leaving his upper body bare for her to ogle to her heart's content, sighing with bliss as her hand runs up and down his length that throbs terribly for her within the confines of his pants.]

Don't tell me such a small challenge is too much for the renowned traveler, [he teases, pulling away for a moment to take those boots of hers off. He quickly returns to her, climbing onto the bed now to lie on his side next to her, head resting in his hand as he props himself up.]

And here I thought you'd be able to handle me.

[He laughs as his free hand comes over to cup her face, clearly teasing her a little, trying to rile her up a little bit and tap into that competitive spirit of hers.]

I guess it's only natural that someday you'll meet your match.

[His eyes glint with a challenge- could she get him to bow to her will?]