[ chuck shuts up for a moment, sucking her teeth and giving him a sweeping, appraising once over; weighing the pros and cons of pushing her cause. he's taller than her, and bigger than her, and still built like he was cut from cloth that some adonis had wove himself, and she wonders if he can still do a grappling takedown — he looks like he can. she'd have a better chance at subduing him if both arms were tied up, but a better chance of getting him back to hers if not.
no subject
choices, choices. ]
That's fine. One arm, one leg?