Taught the ancient seduction technique by courtesy of your talented master, you've taken it upon yourself to use it when it's most necessary. Poor Himmel, of course, was your target.

You extend a leg, blowing a kiss, a soft "mwah" leaving you. Himmel keels over, falling back as Heiter cries his name, Eisen calling you wicked. He remains clutched in Heiter's grasp as he recovers from the aftershocks, a hand on his heart.