"If you wanted to see me without my towel on you could have just asked." Ras smriked up at Ashia but rolled away from her hand with a tut. "Don't touch me, you can't afford this." He took a seat while Vyre pulled herself back into a ball when she was thrown. "And since when are you a dragon? Last I checked you're not just a fire breathing pair of boots, you need to be better than that. And we don't give you a chance because we don't trust your self-control. I hit her four times in total and that was enough, I didn't even draw blood. You may break her neck or rupture an organ. Or worse. When she started begging me to help her was when you needed to start getting aggressive, or before that point. When she shuts down she starts repeating herself and getting angry, that's when you need to knock her head into a wall. She's stubborn but still feels pain." Ras sighed softly and leaned on the arm rest. "Because I expected you to be deas by now. By my hand or hers, obviously you're not so now you have to deal with the real Vyre. This is why Vyre and I aren't a couple, I wasn't willing to constantly fight with her for everything."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>