Her eyes glowed in her anger, her wings ghosting out as she was about to force him to submit when he collapsed. Looking to those that wouldn't meet her eyes for the truth in his words, she gave something rare. Waving a hand at them to deal with the mess, she gave pity on the dragon and moved beside him.<br/><br/>The wound was nasty, eating away rapidly at the scales and flesh of his spine. He would be useless if he became damaged from this. She wasn't just a killer, hard and cold. Her hand held above the scales, his mark calling her to protect her possession. She didn't need to speak the spells, simply close her eyes and the spells that removed the acid and cleaned the wound did their work. She even healed him, completely. He was hers after all, her mind whispered. Hers to torture, to teach, to protect, to love if she wanted it.<br/><br/>Moving about him, til her body was at his head, she knelt and turned him so he was face up. Wrapping her arms about his chest, she lifted him half way and vaporized with him in her arms. He was heavy, but she managed to teleport him to his room to sleep it off. She would return later to have a talk with him about his goals in life.<br/><br/>Removing herself from his rooms, she locked the trouble maker in, heading for the training arena to make damn sure and certain, that it was put back, and that those involved in the fight knew who won, and that their lives were now Marcus, and hers until their death or someone beat them. It was hours later that the whole mess was sorted, those unable to return to work sent to the lower levels to find work within the company, and those able, healed and sent to finish the last repairs.<br/><br/>Vivian could be heard once in a while muttering, "Damned lizard."