(^_~)<br/><br/>She had stilled as the words left the man holding her's lips. She panted, trying to reign in the anger, the vindictive bitch that was still seething to tear into that dragon and not stop until he was in little smoldering pieces through out the city all the way to hell. The strong arms about her, held tight until she returned to her normal form.<br/><br/>Her eyes were wide, not from fear, well not only. If the dragon was watching, instead of punching in one of the assistant's face, he would have seen respect from power given.<br/><br/>"Are you calm now? You haven't behaved like that since you were a sulky teen." The man's voice teased a blush. As he returned to his full height, letting Vivian free, his long black hair and pale features a harsher reminder of her own. "You might not have marked that one. I have a feeling daughter, that that is going to come back and bite you in the ass, sooner than later."<br/><br/>She glared behind her as Marcus was dragging himself off to lick his wounds. For all the mess, he tasted like strong bourbon.