"Oh, I won't do any more damage with my claws than you will with your nails." Mictain grinned. "And as for any conclusions being drawn, well, considering the fact that the leggy red-head is currently lying on top of me, most people around might drawn the conclusion that I have planned this situation, and planned it well..."

She then pulled them back up. However, her balance swayed, and Mictain used the situation on his advantage to reverse their potions, grasping on her wildly waving arm in turn while steadying them. He then grinned at her, pulling her wrist as far from her as possible as he couldn't really twist it behind her back right now. "A draw?" he suggested.