Before Casey knows what's happening, he's flat on his back, struggling for breath with her fingers wrapped like a vice around his throat. His first thought is: now that's more like it. Then before he can formulate a counter attack, she's releasing him and issuing a warning that he actually can understand.

He sucks in precious air, staring back up at her. Then before he can say a word she's kissing him, with a savagery that he can appreciate. He responds in kind, clutching at her hip with one hand while the other tangles in her long brown hair. He has no idea whose blood he's tasting in his mouth but it doesn't really matter. What she's offering is raw and compelling and has just as much force behind it as a kick to the head.

When she lets up a little, Casey smiles up at her and strokes two fingers down the side of her throat far more gently than most people expect from him.

"You're only just realizing that?"

Then he's reaching for her top, looking to help her get out of it.