Vivian was going to argue, but really she was tired. It was more the principle of it. She gave him a cross look, but relaxed back into the bedding as his growl vibrated the air around them. If he wanted to wait on her, then she would allow it for now. She wasn't fragile, or so she thought, forgetting for a moment the lives she carried in her womb.<br/><br/>"I eat dead things, more like humans. Some type of red meat, lightly cooked would do. Thank you, Marcus."<br/><br/>Laying back, she observed him. He might be overbearing, but she thought they could come to terms with their mating without any more bloodshed, at least between them. She waited for him to move out of sight, ignoring the pull on their connection, and slipped from the business suit, throwing it over the chair in the corner. She stretched out, only in her underthings, and touched the barely visible bump. They were really there...their progeny.