[She expects him to try and roll her over, and she's steadied herself against it, one hand on the floor beside his head, her knees on either side of him as she straddles him. His height may be something of an advantage, but she's no lightweight either.]
[With her other hand, she scrabbles for his wrists, aiming to pin him more solidly.]
Call me that again, filth, if you dare.
[Éowyn of Rohan does not take kindly to condescension.]
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[With her other hand, she scrabbles for his wrists, aiming to pin him more solidly.]
Call me that again, filth, if you dare.
[Éowyn of Rohan does not take kindly to condescension.]