Niassa wearily raised a hand to recognize Onyx's greeting, but shook her head slightly to decline the invitation.  Yes, it would feel good, but the Wolf was tired...rest first, pleasure later.  Maybe.  It would not be the first time she'd denied herself, nor the last.  Not to mention that being ravaged by Onyx was not high on her personal list of desires.<br/><br/>Being reminded that she was owned generally put her out of the mood in any case, and although it was not the Dragon's fault, bad memories had a way of swimming to the surface.  Later, perhaps.  Much later.  If, say, the Dragon were the one tied down...