His hand on hers, the one that found itself pressing on his windpipe for good measure, felt like steel. It felt good in a way that she didn't express to the outside world, but her inner thoughts reflected. She loved raw power, harnessed into skill, and true ability. If this one learned well, his strength would lead hordes and she would enjoy the knowledge that she gave him the skill. It was her way of getting off on the power trip without having to fight for her position in the company.<br/><br/>Releasing his throat, she narrowed her eyes, stepping back a safe distance from any retaliation. Her wings folded up nicely on her back, and her suit looked uncreased from the quick movements. Placing her blade swiftly back at her side, she spoke in a clipped manner, "Marcus. Very well. I am Vivian. I will be your trainer. What manner of reptile demon are you?"<br/><br/>She was impressed by his ability to reason quickly with someone that could have easily killed him, should she feel the need. She wasn't one to pussyfoot with new recruits. They needed a strong hand and a stronger backbone guiding them through the next few weeks. Most came naturally to their abilities, but then again, there were the few that she had had to send back to hell in a hand basket for idiocy.