"Why does every male think with the wrong head? I had hoped that over the eons, your creator would wisen up to the fact that you don't have enough blood in your bodies to run both at the same time." She scoffed, shifting her weight to one hip, and crossing her arms with the tip of the blade scraping against the wood that remained hanging in pieces in his doorway.<br/><br/>"Do I need to get a leash for you, Marcus? Perhaps to cut off the blood supply to the wrong head?" She tapped one foot slightly, her only sign of impatience. A slow smirk graced her lips, "As for breaking down your door? This isn't your division, but mine. I rule here, regardless of your fantasies."<br/><br/>"You want to challenge me, do so formally, otherwise, learn your place lizard." She flared her aura, hair flying, clothes shifting against her tightly, the coals in his bath going out completely.