He realised too late that he'd fallen into her trap, and the gunner watched with satisfaction when Clive took notice of his situation. The hiss was entirely rewarding, along with the words he growled out, but she had no intention of letting him go either. So when he made a move to leave, Elza made her own as her hands snapped up to grip at his elbows and force him to remain there as he was.

"Leaving so soon?" She asked. Tugging at him to lower himself down further, the fire went ignored even if the heat began to radiate against them. Slowly she began to lower her thigh down along his, taking pity on his plight, as her gaze stared into his cinnamon ones. "When did you want to make gun powder together?"

She really was weak, even if Elza would never admit it to anyone else.