He seemed determined to keep finding her lips again and again and... well, she couldn't really complain. She wasn't much of an expert kisser and couldn't vouch for experience with it beyond a poor beleaguered ex who ought to have been glad for her affection she thought.

Then his hand skirts under her coat and grasps onto one of her breasts. And she more than grasps onto his meaning at the same time, leaning back a bit in his hold.

"So you would classify 'arousal' with 'hunger'."

... Well, she could buy that. She's been aroused before, enough to understand the allusion to hunger. But then...

"I am uncertain I correctly follow the course of this 'hunger' of yours. Is it typical for you to end fights in such a manner then?"

Heck, maybe it was his uncivilized culture, how would she know?