Bella's fingers work quickly as they glide through Mynx's hair. For a moment, her only answer is the soothing gesture of the gathering of lock after lock and skillfully weaving them into each other. She winds them tighter and tighter around the back of the head so that they spiral into the Admiral's signature bun. She can't keep the quiet rumble from building in her throat as she reaches into her vest and pulls out a hairpin. 

She pauses for a moment to admire her handiwork. Yes, this is a match. She couldn't forget this stupid look if she tried. Her hands brush themselves along the length of Mynx's head and down her neck, just barely brushing the tips of her claws along the surface of the skin. When they find the shoulders, they squeeze tighter. Sensual and possessive at the same time. 

"Well obviously," she purrs, "It depends on what I'm after."

Bella squeezes Mynx's shoulders tight enough to press her claws into them and spins her around with a careless twist of her arms. She's never actually stood this close to the Admiral before. She'd never notice how much taller she was than Odoacer. Bella's tongue glides over her lips while the tip of her tail twitches suggestively behind her. She plucks Mynx off her feet and sweeps her around in a circle, leaning her down so that her head almost brushes the floor while Bella presses herself tight against her old rival. 

"Maybe she's a romantic who spends her days reading trashy adventure novels. Then I should be dazzling, shouldn't I? If I want her. Or maybe..."

She grins with a mouth full of sharp, predatory teeth as she stands up in one quick motion, plucking Mynx off her feet entirely and grabbing her up into a perfect princess carry. She might as well be feathers in Bella's arms. 

"She wants to play the damsel waiting for her brave warrior to carry her away. I mean, a good lover makes her partner's wishes come true, right? But, you know, [i]I[/i] think..."

Finally, Bella's leer falls away. Her eyes betray her disgust for the face that she's been flirting with, just before she lets Mynx fall to the ground with a squawk and a thud. She's on top of her in an instant, pinning her to the floor, entire body tense and lifted like a great cat. Her hand squeezes Mynx's mouth shut, letting up only just enough to avoid leaving a mark. Her face is wild with a deep hunger that she's never once sated. And how could she? Her entire life, it's been women like the Admiral who have made sure Bella had no measure of her own strength. 

"She's probably just a cold-hearted skank anyway. Maybe she's really my enemy. Maybe I should just [i]take[/i] what I want, then leave her. I just need to break her in a little first~"

Bella snarls. She lifts her free hand to strike, before she can be struck. How she's waited for this moment. For years. And now!

She pats Mynx on the cheek. Her expression breaks into genuine mirth, and she laughs girlishly as she stands up and offers her hand down to pull the shapeshifter back off the ground again.

"The look on your face! Who can't act again, hm?" she snorts and stretches her neck, "That's what you get for poisoning me. Now come on, quit wasting time. We've got a ship to steal."