It was good that the dragon answered with a challenge of his own, but that wasn't what the old bird had had in mind when he had asked the question. And as for a fair fight, nothing about that fight had been fair, but Corbin didn't know how the dragon had pulled it off. He knew his daughter's ability, and she should have been phasing left and right and through, but wasn't. And the question begged why?<br/><br/>For now he would bait the dragon, let the lizard prove his worth. He stared down the dragon, thinking of his next move. Marcus jumping into a fight with him right now in Vivian's living room would not be good for the expectant mother or her fragile hold on her emotions right now. He had smelled the change as soon as he had walked down the hall, and had warned all but those strong enough to stay away.<br/><br/>"Fair? Doubtful." He stood as Vivian came back into the room, reaching for his drink. She reached it out, a mixture of liquor and blood.<br/><br/>Placing a bottle next to him, she handed Marcus something that had been in the fridge that she knew came from his place. The smell was strong, and made her nauseous, paling and covering her nose to stop the reaction.<br/><br/>Corbin's eyes narrowed at the reaction, scanning her for the reason she was showing signs so soon. It didn't bode well with him that she was already so far along. Something in the dragon DNA that made them develop quickly? "Vivian, go lay down."