If he was being truly honest, Khaal would've preferred a more willing partner in this.  Years alone in the dark had prevented him from being too tactful in his first dealings with the griffon, however, and the fact that he'd been so deprived of female companionship, and that Ambryn herself was an ample specimen, made him rush to being brash.  Now, they were stuck together, but being the king of this dark domain, he also relished the dominant position he'd been able to take with her, literally and metaphorically putting her underneath him.  In a sense, he needed that hierarchy to feel secure himself and maybe over time, he'd learn to relent a little.  Today?  Not so much.<br/><br/>He didn't like how she spoke to him at first and narrowed his eyes at her comment, but her having to say it from the ground, her hind quarters twisted to match his as he stayed looming over her, it didn't have quite as much bite as it should've.  However, more importantly, he now knew her name.<br/><br/>"Ambryn."  Khaal spoke, the name sliding off his tongue like silk, a strange sort of affection and possessiveness attached to the tone, strangely devoid of malice.<br/><br/>He looked down to his griffon and the awkward position she was in.  Shifting his own hindquarters, Khaal laid down next to Ambryn, spooning her from behind, but giving her enough time to move her wings out of the way.  Once he was on the ground behind her, he simply draped two of his large arms over her, his thick paws no longer pinning her to the ground, but to him instead, pulling her close.<br/><br/>"Mmmn, my name is Khaal."  He offered, leaning in and lapping at her neck, cheeks and beak.  It became more obvious now that the great beast Ambryn was bound to was, in this moment, purring.  A low rumble, but one unmistakable.  A feline that large shouldn't have been able to, but displacers were far from normal.