Azwel is panting, but quickly pushes her forward onto the floor, one knee in the small of her back and the opposite arm curled round her shoulder, the hand pressed against the back of her head. He waits--not trusting his own victory, suspecting her to attack again.

Certainly not because he has to fight off the momentary dizziness from that trick he just pulled. Nope. Not at all.

And he's still grinning, still delighted. "Such a fighting spirit!"