Which one?

"Both," said Fengye without hesitation. "I claim them both."

She says it with confidence. With threat. With intimation. Both are mine. I know what to want and I want these. And I want you, too. It's an intimidating, burning, dangerous gaze that sees right through to your heart.

[Spending a string] How could she claim - if not your heart, if not your service, but your craving? What word, what touch, what caress, what slip of clothing must she give to make you want her? Even if you don't act on it, even if your vows and heart lie elsewhere, how could she make you feel [i]torn [/i]about it?

It may also be better to answer not in what she might do, but what she does.