voice;

(Heat rises within her, settling as a dark blush on her cheeks. Her heart is pounding loudly in her ears and she feels...almost...intoxicated. She remembers the planes of his body and her fingers curl, her talons pressing into the palms of her hands.)

I think you should come over directly. (Can he walk? She tilts her head, smiling slowly, seductively, though he cannot see her.) I will come to you. My wings can carry me well.

(Forget the confusion and go with it, Valmont. There is nothing for him to fear from this dragon.)