He smiled, and nodded. "Everyone else has said the same thing. But my instincts are saying, no, screaming to rush her, now, while she is wounded, weaker, and off balance. If I knew where she was hiding, you could bet anything that I would be rushing her with everything I could throw together inside of an hour."<br/><br/>He reached across and caressed her cheek again. "Her underlings are just that, expendable underlings. Mine are my trusted and loved companions. And while I may put you in difficult, or even outright dangerous positions, I would never throw any of you away."<br/><br/>He leaned back, and stretched, before scritching one of the hatchlings beside him with a small smile. "And this IS the only way I can think of to do that, push her. Appear to be throwing her a bone, though it is really a weight though they won't realize it until to late. I hope."