With her arms pinned by her sides because she wasn't thinking as the coils closed in, she was helpless to the advances of the naga. His face came out of the shadows of the forest, a mild expression of ammusement on his wolfish face.
"You're trespassing..." he commented, without the comical lisp one associates with forked tongues. Of course his tongue was not forked, but he had a cultured accent and a warm tone to his voice that one simply would not associate with a forest-dwelling serpent. He moved around her as she avoided his gaze, observing what wasn't covered in slowly moving snake coils, adjusting to her form.
