She blushed brighter for a moment. The contrast of her dark hair and ivory pale skin flushed with blood had to be a sight, but she couldn't help herself anymore than the dragon could control his own desires. Vivian turned her head away, looking out the window. "No and yes, for now." She sighed, and bit her bottom lip between her fangs again. "I can't control you, only call you. You decide what you can and can't do. And yes, I own you in a way. The mark claims me as your teacher, your leader until I remove it, or someone beats me." She left off the words, claim her. If she were claimed by an unmarked male, in battle for her position, his mark would heal and he would be free. No other could mark him, while her mark stood...unless, of course, another female challenged her for Marcus and Vivian lost. Then her mark would heal for the other female to claim him. Sometimes all the intricacies of the marking game seemed beyond necessary.<br/><br/>There was the other part, that if she marked him, and he did the same in return...well, that was the part she didn't want to think of. There would be no going back, no chance for freedom, or another battle. If he won after her mark had been place, and he returned the claim...she was his and his alone, for life. Fucking demon laws. He would be allowed many mates, and her only one.<br/><br/>She hoped to all layers of hell that she had the chance to remove her mark on him, before then. Right now though, she couldn't. She didn't even know why she had placed it there in the first place, and without the why, she couldn't do the how.<br/><br/>"I want to start tomorrow on the other types of training you will need." She changed the subject, ignoring how she was more at ease in his presence. She told herself it wasn't the mark, it was that fact that his ass was laid out and unable to move.