She squeaks at that growl, chills skittering up and down her spine. It's no secret her neck is sensitive; whether or not Tommy knows it, it's the utmost sign of trust that she lets him anywhere near it. Still, instincts kick in, and as he's distracted by the cats she does just as she's taunted.

Her leg hooks around his waist and she pushes against his chest with both hands, stern enough to flip him onto his back. The cats bound for the safety of the pillows as she sits astride him and digs her fingers under his arms.

"Cry mercy!"