His strong hand grabbed her neck to cow her, though he doubted even he could do that. Here she was in his embrace, blade poking into her teasingly, and she seemed to have the power of him in the conversation. The slender, shining skin of her neck tantalizing in the firelight. "Well, I [i]am[/i] a great thief. Ishtar did not lie on that count. But that is not the entire picture. You will tell it to me and more." 

He readjusted his grip on her, hoisting her up in his arms, his eyes never leaving hers. He was afraid she could bewitch him in such a fashion, but he couldn't risk taking his gaze off of her. She had to ring her arms around his neck after he ascended the stairs and began climbing, the acrobatic rogue easily able to haul her up with his ape-like strength.

"Perhaps your bite is poisonous... Perhaps you have a hidden blade... I would not be surprised if you could slither out of my grasp despite your lush body, but kill me or escape, and you will fall to your death, serpent woman." He warned, breathing into her ear as she was lifted off the ground and sent to the roof of the temple. The women began to wail in despair and call after him to return her, but he ignored them. Soon they leaped from rooftop to rooftop, his biceps rippling like a constrictor as he grabbed ledges and nooks in the walls he scaled, until finally she was unceremoniously dropped onto her ass on a dusty floor within an old tower of shemite design, only used twice a year during the equinoxes to light the great fires of Xarame during their lavish festivals. 

Amal crouched before her, his teeth shining in the dark as he grinned ferociously. He toyed with his knife on his left hand, the hilt and blade flipping as it undulated between his flowing fingers. 

"I advise you to begin speaking. You are tempting to look upon, but even I am growing bored without an explanation. Now speak."