Morrigan's eyes open slightly, a feigned fear coming to them, and she scoots closer to the half dragon, and gently runs her hands along his forarm. She asks, "Does he enjoy hurting those he lusts after? If so perhaps I should make it clear when he enters that I am already with someone... charming, powerful, and intelligent. Or better yet, perhaps I should be somewhere else with said person, perhaps rewarding him for protecting me from the male, and maybe the protector knows what he does, and a bit more."<br/><br/>She moves closer along the couch, a slow, deliberate move that shows that she has nearly perfect muscle control, as well as a willingness to use it.