Manful pride boils in his stomach at the notion that she may wish to revisit him. It has not often crossed the brute's mare-addled mind to keep the women he beds around; but now he thinks about it, it strikes him as a rather sensible idea. Why expend his energy hunting down broads in all four corners of Helovia when he could simply keep a select few close at hand, ready to indulge in whenever he pleases? He had always intended this to be the case when he has his own herd and a harem, but why not start now?

An interesting thought, and one he will dwell upon soon, but his attention is still preoccupied with this antlered beauty. Her tail lashes across his face and a savage growl bursts from his jaws as he presses close to her again, seeking to pepper her back and sides with dominant nips. The sudden movement makes Vadir spread her wings to keep his balance, and she hisses loudly and unpleasantly at having to steady herself upon her bonded's sweaty back. Her viciously hooked talons snatch at his flesh and embed painful cuts into the hard contours of his skin, but he hardly notices - he is too sated, too relaxed.

Is this where you live? asks Tiva. The beast shrugs, inciting another indignant growl from Vadir. "I live everywhere and anywhere, Tiva, but rest assured I will always be able to find you should the need arise." And vice-versa - if she ever finds herself with an itch that needs to be scratched, he is quite sure she will be able to hunt him down.

She speaks again, complimenting his dragons, and a great rumble of amusement shifts from his colossal chest at the effect it has on red and gold alike. Both of his companions preen at her praise, shifting and lifting to display every glimmering inch of their bodies. They decide they rather like this one - any woman who finds them more attractive than Volterra is quite satisfactory in their book. As she invites Vérzés down onto her back, he hesitates for a moment - it is not in his nature to land upon those who aren't his bonded, but he sees Vadir lazily washing her talons upon Volterra's back and decides that he will take the mare up on her offer. He flares his wings and glides down onto the unfamiliar skin and muscle of Tiva's haunches, although it takes a stern word from the stallion to remind him not to use his claws to balance himself as he does when he's on Volterra's back.

Not out of any real affection for the woman, but he'd hate for her back to be too scratched and painful for her to be able to take his weight again.

Vérzés settles himself down comfortably, his crimson gaze fixed vindictively upon his golden sister. Although the two do not squabble as much as they did when Vadir was younger, they still do not like each other and will seize any opportunity to one-up each other. Vadir huffs imperiously at her brother's attempts to incite jealousy, and turns around so her back is to him, as though deeming him unworthy of her gaze. Volterra rolls his eyes as the twin emotions of his dragons flood through him - will they ever get along?

Tiva asks their names, and he is quick to respond. "The red is Vérzés, the gold Vadir. They are powerful, dangerous creatures, but deeply proud ones, too. The easiest way to floor a dragon is to pay it a compliment." He snorts as both red and gold give mental nods of agreement.