"How precious." Jacinda's voice dripped with antipathy as she neared them. She sat on the edge of the bed, whip still in hand. Lowering herself to their level. She rested on her elbows. Then tilting her head to one side, she chuckled darkly. Her gaze fell on her husband. "She said '<em>please</em>'." No remorse could be found in her tone. Only sarcasm.<br/><br/>"And yet..." A long nail of hers crept over the back of one of Briar's ears. "She tried to command you." She lifted her torso off the bed and shook her head. "Are you going to let her get away with that?" She narrowed her eyes and smirked. Daring Drey to let the pet get away with breaking the rules.