Vyre grinned down at Sarevess and folded her arms.<span style="color: Indigo">"I'm a warrior, magic and I never did get along. Oh trust me, I'd love to make her squeal, but as a proper owner that's something she has to earn. I've had a few pets that's earned that privilege and I've yet to see a reason to give a repeat performance. Don't worry, next time you come over I'll be sure to tend to her lust before I let you in the room." </span>She smirked and almost snorted as she fought back a fit of laughter.<span style="color: Indigo">"Ophidian?"</span>She placed one hand on Sarevess' cheek and shook her head.<span style="color: Indigo">"Oh the mighty have indeed fallen, first Blackfathom Deeps and then getting raped by Ophidian, I'm sure some of your former pets went through the same thing emotionally when under your 'care'. Ras? I look forward to cracking his skull if he buts in."</span>She pointed to her old armor set across the room and smirked.<span style="color: Indigo">"Azshara's personal guard, both before and after The Sundering and I managed to fight my way out of her grip and earn my freedom. I'd love to see what a little Troll god could do to me."</span>Her grin widened before she moved over to her chest and began rummaging around until she pulled out a wicked looking paddle.<span style="color: Indigo">"Sharp enough to break scales, but still dull enough to not break skin. Oh how I've missed this. On your hands and knees, pet. Stay if you want to watch how to properly discipline a pet, leave if you don't. I'll have her call you again when I feel like going pet shopping with you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>