<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He thought back to some of their ‘sparring’ sessions, how she would always end up on the ground with him pinning her, before she would go off at the mouth about something and he would basically rip her clothes off and give her everything. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“Yeah, i remember you and adrenaline. That guy is one lucky fellow if he is fighting you on a regular basis.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> Then his mind caught up with what she had said.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “Dreven? As in, Niv Mizzet, Dreven?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> His eyes went wide as he thought back to all of the rumors, most of which were actually tamer than reality. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“How the hell did you manage to land him? And is he your Master, or just a fling?”</span>