Flame felt his heart swell at her words and use of his true name. Chuckling under his breath, he leaned back against the bench, spreading his arms across it.<br/>"What makes you think the scary, fierce, dominant male isn't me? Everything else could be pretense." He retorted, glancing at his love with a charming smile, idly brushing a lock of hair that had fell loose from her hair band. Leaning into him, she fell into his embrace and Flame could feel her want of safety; Something he would always give her.