It is a deep and fierce joy, cresting as the fight continues just like always, but Piripiri's never lost herself to it. She's quietly proud of that, when's alone and doesn't have to play out any role. So she notices as soon as Lotus starts to move forward. She's got a moment to plan.

Han clearly hasn't had anybody to dance a duel with before, nobody to answer this roaring need to question, see who's better and love the asking. There's techniques taught, meditation tricks to bank the fires or step aside from it, but she needs Han to trust her and stepping away from the dance would break that, bring everything back to the spy instead of the peer. So. Lean in. Breath in. Breath out. Let the essence dance and the song of the heart play on. Dragons are greedy. Dragons want the best fight, want the best victory, want the best kisses.

She goes on the offensive for the first time, a two step rush into a slide kicking up more dirt and dust than it should. The smokescreen covers a tossed net, wide open and clinging, and three satchets of flash-powder, unlit. She's trusting Han's next step in the dance here, burn the net wide enough and the blinding should buy her a moment more.

Enough time to kick off from the dust-screen slide, taking the five steps to Lotus and making her move. She picks up the demigod and twirls her into a dip, before setting her back on her feet with another wink and walking towards Han again, unhurried. The braided silk cord she'd wrapped around Lotus tightens as she tries to take her next step, but it won't trip her unless she fights it. She's watching Han's reaction closely here, making sure the liberties taken aren't going to break the fragile trust. But the grin hasn't stopped under the mask, and she still feels the joy of the dance. Your move, my dear.

[quote]Asking her question: What are your feelings towards me?[/quote]