Osioa looks at him. Her cheeks the only sign that his playful banter about her sitting on him affected her. Her eyes felt like they would widen if she wasn't careful. How dare he? How could he be so damn bold? So daring and even having the guts and courage to stand up to her? And why was his damn playful nature even making her want to think twice about her attitude? Oh...how he caused so much turmoil in her. Added to the everflowing river of internal emotional war. She felt the strangest desires. The desire to hug him. The desire to choke him and shake him really hard. Were two of the most prominent thoughts that currently had crossed her hug. She frowns a bit to herself. Hug him? Why in heavens name would such a thought even flicker through her mind?<br/><br/>She looks at him. "Its not m'lady, its not Lady! It isn't any such titleage!" she finally says in a very dragonish growl and tone. She suddenly pulls him close. Glaring at him. And then kisses him. Her anger and unknown passion towards him...coming out through the momentary kiss. Then she pulls away. Walking away as she then speaks like nothing had happened Her voice having gotten a bit Draconic for a mere moment. Then it disappeared as fast as it came. She HATED those titles. HATED been reminded of a past she'd pushed away. A past she'd been trying to forget for many centuries now. A past which haunted her mind both day and night. Yet he wouldn't know that. Nor would she ever inform him...or so she thinks anyways. She was imagining all the things she'd have turned him into...had he not been a guest in her home. A smoldering mass of ashes...was a major image in her mind...or his ass being on fire...that one was extremely amusing to her.<br/><br/>She leads him to the massive kitchen. Fuming inside. Neutral expression outside. She looks at him. Oh he was such...such a fool. But not in the way she normally considered someone to be a fool. He had guts, charm, charisma, and he was making her stay on her toes. Things she didn't want from any man. Yet she froze in place at the way his whisper of her name...sent chills through her body. Sent a feeling to her extremely protected and gaurded heart. And made her blush. She was intentionally ignoring the fact she'd kissed him...and had liked it. Not to mention the fact...she'd never let a man close enough to even kiss her nor had she found someone she'd want to kiss. So why she'd done it...was a ball of confusion and complexity to her. She pulls a pot out for him. Hands it to him. And the pulls out lots of ingredients. And then remembers...she didn't have any kitchen knives...she...ahem...never needed them. Because of her dragon claws she sometimes used. She bites her lip and ponders this complication.