Amaya snorted, since she was pretty sure gentle was a word that had never been used to describe her, but stubborn could definitely be a word to describe Seivarden, even when she was being very intentional about it.

"And there you are," she remarked when Seivarden turned around, "in my way again. Well, they do always say, you want something done right, you better just do it yourself."

Now would be the time for that attempt to just squeeze right past Seivarden and through the door, only it also involved taking a hold of the front of the Seivarden's clothes as she went, turning herself so that she was backing up into the bedroom, pulling Seivarden in with her...and into a kiss.

Which always felt a bit like waiting for your steel to heat up, to her. It wasn't her favorite part of the job, but it was usually necessary to get things going to where you could have some real fun with it.