<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 10:52 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Unexpected naked lady.<br/><hr/>There were a lot of words that Jason might have used to describe himself: tactful, patient, reliable, generous, caring. Elena might have used: sensual, endearing, dedicated, focused, giving. Others who knew him might have called him: sensible, creative, reserved, calm, and pacifistic. With all of those words and others having been used to describe him at one point or another, when she called him dangerous – a first – he couldn't help but chuckle very softly beneath his breath. In a very physical sense he could be, he knew that, but he was too cautious, too reserved for all of that. Of course she hadn't meant like that, he was certain of it. She had meant dangerous for her, because he could give her something she didn't have in anyone else – that feeling though was mutual. Elena was Evolved too, but she couldn't fly about the Nevada desert and let the night get away from her like that; they could, of course, share other things though. “I'll do my very best to keep my danger factor in check for you, miss Moretz.” He replied, teasingly.<br/><br/>Curiously he watched as she sauntered away from him – he'd let her go without much fuss, though there was no denying that tinge of not wanting her too. While she moved away he trailed his eyes over her body; somewhere in the back of his head he felt guilty for it, both for his wife and for Olivia – he was checking her out like she was some... He shook his head and followed up behind her, only then able to draw his brown eyed gaze away from the sway of her hips. When she took out pad and pencil, he watched quietly as she did her work – albeit that quiet was in battle with a sense of eagerness. An eagerness that boiled higher when she began to explain her powers again, and started hinting at what she might want. Her arrangement with this Alex character became more clear, and he could appreciate the need, the want, to have someone who knew. How would he have even lived without Elena, who shared in what he was? His was in a lot of ways worse. Without her he'd be isolated entirely. Even without the physical mutation of his powers, the knowledge of what Liv could do, trapped away as a secret? It made sense to him that she'd find someone she could trust and bring into her fold.<br/><br/>“Hm.” Jason said when finally she gave the big reveal of what she wanted. His eyes traced over the design as her fingers had and he contemplated what she was suggesting. Could she really become... that? By cat and hawk, and revelation of other critters he had assumed she could become any manner of animal but a dragon was hardly an animal. That was a beast from another time, a mythological monster. If she could really take that shape, embrace it and make it her own... It was really a rather fascinating idea. And she wanted to do it right now, right here, with him. She was asking a lot of him though; of course he'd like to watch, but the idea of wrestling with a creature from fantasy had him a tad concerned.<br/><br/>Jason swung his gaze out into the desert and then up into the night sky, all the way back to her. It was unlikely someone would see them out here, but what if? If someone got a picture of that, or if she were large enough she appeared on flight radars? The question of what he could do was there, if all he could do was take to the sky. He knew it wasn't, but he was loathe to bring that part of himself out – not for a lack of control, but because he knew the damage he was capable of inflicting like that. What if he accidentally went too far? It wasn't like there was a users guide on how much strength was needed to contain a dragon if it got out of hand. It was the other part of her statement that was the most convincing though. If there was a risk to her when she took on this form, what if she did it alone out here and there was nothing to stop her? What if he was sitting at home and saw news about a dragon rampaging through the Luxor – would that not then be his fault for not helping her when he could have? He wondered what aspects of the dragon she might take on in that form, what she could truly be capable of and how much of himself he'd need to use if any. Swallowing hard he nodded his head, with narrowed eyes at the drawing.<br/><br/>“Alright Olivia.” He agreed, turning his attention from paper to her eyes and catching them for a long minute. “I'll help you.” He assured her. He gestured towards the car with a small bob of his head. “Try not to break that though, huh?”<br/><br/>He reached out his hand and wrapped it around hers. It really didn't have anything to do with the car, but he did want to be away from it to give her space that she might need whilst taking this shape. Jason lead her away back into the desert a little ways – they could still see their ride easily, but it wouldn't be instant collateral damage as soon as she turned into a giant flying lizard. “Let's see what you can do,” He said, squeezing her hand tightly before releasing and back peddling away from her. He had as much interest in seeing this as she did in doing it. A new transformation was one thing, but if her other shapes were indications of the truth to the form she had, then he was going to be the first person in history to see a real dragon up close and personal. That no doubt held a great deal of appeal to the artist. Once a dozen feet or so away he nodded towards her. “Don't worry,” He called to her, offering her that assuring smile of his, “I won't let you hurt anyone.”