<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate( ) Endurance(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(6)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>4(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>He chuckled as he wrapped a cold, hard arm around her. "You have the<em>skills</em>...<em>perhaps</em>, but do you have the<em>fire</em>? Or will you make me a very pleasing ice sculpture all too soon?"<br/><br/>He cocked a hidden eyebrow at her but she could sense it easily enough. "Oh? Are you saying you<em>wouldn't</em>mind a woman that could top you? Or that you're<em>only</em>not interested in Monkey because she'd<em>roam</em>? Those would be<em>easy enough</em>problems to fix. And<em>I</em>wouldn't mind in the slightest if my woman had a...<em>pet</em>." He was almost laughing now, he hadn't had this much fun in literal ages.