Though Vanderly got exactly what he wished, he protested as he was shifted, genuine concern mixed with the scandal of his words delighted him, evident by the wicked grin on his face. "Pookie, your wounds!"<br/><br/>The healer had not yet left and was alerted by the Queens sudden exclamation, turning with a questioning gaze to young Mel standing there with him. "Is everything okay, my Queen?"  Only a soft moan from Vanderly could be heard as he allowed himself the pleasure of grinding his hips into the fur and solid muscle beneath him.<br/><br/>"You are not behaving Pookie. Your wounds could open, not to mention you are taking liberties with the Queen." he purred. The silk robe had fallen completely to his waist.  With his legs splayed wide and wearing nothing else, only the belt held it on him still. he promptly loosened it. "Shall I tie you up with this until you are well."  As if the thin silk cord could hold the beast.<br/><br/>"Are you well?" Came the healers voice and Van ignored it again, wanting him to remain there as little audience. He felt a different sense of power in the situation that he had not felt before. It made him curious and excited him even more.