Arlokk smiled softly and pulled her closer to kiss her cheek.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "I'm enjoying just being with you, as much as I love our family it's been too long since we've been alone. My love, I may be old and frail, but my pride would never let me ride on my wife's back. When I'm crippled and dying then I'll let you carry me on your back, until then you'll just have to watch me hobble around like the old man that I am."</span><br/><br/>Ras looked at Ibara as she spoke and rolled his eyes. "You're definitely part Troll my dear. It's clear she loves you as more than just a sister from what you just said, think about it for a minute. Why would a bodyguard care about what you do behind closed doors? Why would a bodyguard hate the one person who treats you exactly as you needed? Her love for you is making her hate Vyre, she's jealous that it's Vyre and not her. Not to mention you're constantly on her mind, she thinks about you more than she does me." He looked at the Man and scowled, fangs slowly beginning to emerge as he saw Sharindia but he didn't move just yet. His gaze moved to the boy for just a brief second and Ibara would feel a blade form in Ras' hand behind her back. "I guess I am, it's nice to finally meet you. See Amere, this is why I hate dragons, it's not just Ashia's mutts." After a moment he stood up and collected Sharindia from the floor, easily breaking the chains and tossing them to the dragon's feet. "I'm assuming you already know the risk in doing what you just did in front of me and that I don't follow the 'don't shoot the messenger' rule? Now, as there are children present I highly suggest you make yourself non-existent before I see just what kind powers I have at my disposal. And believe me, I hate your kind enough to not need an excuse to replace your blood with venom."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>