"Sorry, buddy, not into horny guys," she said, before belching forth a wave of pink fire. It washed over Zwarr, but did not burn, didn't even singe. At first he thought it might be some sort of illusion. Then he felt the heat. It welled up from inside him, his blood was on fire, and pounding through his veins, and particularly to through his loins. A powerful need to ravage anything that would let him began prying at his mind. "But, I believe there are a couple of ladies downstairs who can entertain you," she said, with a wicked grin.
The vines heading towards Sholgra turned and sped towards Valira, wrapping around her arms and legs, and lifting her into the air; save for one that plunged into her mouth, as if trying to silence her.
"Finally, something shut her up," Zira griped, as she looked around the room for her missing love interest. "Now, where are you, Dear Dirk? Zira wants to play."