Drya scowled. He was laughing at her?<em>Laughing?!</em>"How dare you!" she spat, offended. Nobody laughed at her. "Oh, I'm sure that was such an accomplishment," she sneered, shifting to bring the base of her tail over her sex, limbs still poised to ward him off. He was much bigger than her, but her claws were sharp and there was power in her muscles. If that didn't work, and she didn't feel like just submitting, she could always try roasting him. She'd inherited her father's ability to breathe fire, in a sense, but she didn't use it often as the flames left her mouth scorched, the damned human side of her interfering. "I'm sure you've figured out that the giantess isn't exactly the sharpest rock in the quarry. It couldn't have been very hard to convince her, so congratulations on your achievement." She put air quotes around the last words, her golden eyes flashing with malice and resentment. She hoped her wing recovered in time to escape, but no matter the outcome, she was going to tear this puppy a new one.