Vivian was about to take his head off for handing her something she had already tried to get around her belly, but one look at his face and the anger faded into confusion. He sounded earnest, the way he said her name without a curse, or insult. Cautiously she took the suit and dressed herself. He must have been attracted to red, a subconscious desire maybe?<br/><br/>Once dressed, she moved to her chair, free of his body though the warmth from him still radiated from the worn cushions. She curled there, waiting out another ache, her eyes still tired. Just how much energy had she lost while fighting and fucking the dragon? She blushed darkly at the thought and pushed away the memory of their first time together. Hell would freeze over before she would approach that subject, in her mind or otherwise. Hell, he would likely not get any for a while with the way her belly was acting.<br/><br/>She was almost dozing, watching Marcus, before a sound at the door made the feathers on her neck stand higher. "Oh shit..."