She kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands, enjoying the roughness of his beard against her face and her hands. She smiled, amused, and considered that for a moment.

"I...would not be adverse to that," she said. It was dangerous, giving him license to use her as roughly as he wanted, as he could, based on the thin strand of safety a single word offered. But...she trusted him.

And she knew the best places to strike a man to disable, even when tied up. It was part of her training.