Corbin said nothing, but lead the way into the main living area. He was familiar with his daughter's home, knowing the two would follow. His stiff posture, even as he took a seat in a well worn leather chair, facing the others. Black eyes followed the two, "Vivian, can you get us something to drink?"<br/><br/>Vivian nodded and headed for the kitchen, she knew he would say his piece. He was old fashioned like that, and even though she would be able to hear everything he said to Marcus, she would not interfere.<br/><br/>Corbin's eyes held power, and fire deep within. "Marcus. You already know the rules of mating by the looks of things. So you know I could deny this claim of yours right here and right now, yes? Give me one good reason not to?"<br/><br/>Vivian bit her lower lip between her fangs. Only her father could make her nervous enough for the old habit to show itself. What would Marcus say to that? Would her father really fight Marcus and forfeit his claim, leaving his daughter mateless. She knew that the old bird knew she carried already, and he wouldn't see it as a good enough reason.<br/>