She smiled to his image. "Shakespeare has inspired many of our dragon writers with each of his plays and playwrights." she smiled. "I have always enjoyed Shakespeare. How did you know?" she asked curious before hearing the praises he was receiving. "Ah yes, he is very talented isn't he. When he first appeared in my office, he surprised me by telling me many things about my old gal here." she smiled beaming with pride. Only this pride was over him, not her ship. She found her thoughts strange as she started to think that she cared more for him then her ship, and she had never felt that way before. Was this what it felt like? Was this what her mother felt of her father? Did her father feel this way of her?<br/><br/>Seran had turned on the water far before he had gotten there, turning on the warming rocks and causing it to steam up in the bathroom. She had hissed at the draconian females and they had growled back at her. She didn't know who he favored more, her or them. She watched him as he walked in the steam cloaking her well. She watched his movements as he stripped off his clothing laid down on rock in the middle of the shower. She watched as the water ran over his form creating delicious rivulets down his body. She slowly walked through the steam keeping her slender figure just out of reach of him as she walked around him.