'Varik will never be beaten by you,' she declared, retracting her face as far from his imperiously outthrust crotch as possible, given her kneeling position. 'You are not his equal, and that is why you hate him so much.'
Senelek's eyes glowed a little more hotly. 'Perhaps I am his equal,' he crooned suggestively, his hands thick in her hair. 'In at least one area...' More