Malphus chuckled lightly as the girl moved away toward the kitchen with his plate, her comment as direct as he was being without actually saying what they both seemed to be thinking by that point. "Well then..." he began sliding his chair out and moving after the woman until he stood just behind her, his form just large enough to hide shade her completely from the light behind them. The low rumble of thunder grew to a crash outside and from a slow trickle to a torrent of rain began its endless pattering upon the roof of Mal's home, "How about we begin here...and see where time takes us." He added in a low tone, erotic and predatory at once.

Rya, had managed to coast through his kinds courting rituals quite wonderfully...whether it was by design or accident was not exactly clear to the man but regardless it had worked thoroughly. It was common among the Dragonkin, for women to initiate any form of physical relations, and for men to then wrest dominance away from them. In passed centuries this form of mating was more to establish the best partner, for if the female could resist the male he was not worthy and in turn was denied the chance to mate...it was a rather rough process which normally left both participants battered. Of course, there were some cases were dominance was so overwhelming that injury was avoided...but not always.

Of course such violence had long ceased...though the struggle or at least exchange of dominance was still sought after, especially among most males. Moreover, in the brief time where Dragonkin intermingled with the other races...a rather race wide fetish for humanoid women spread and for a time mixed breeds existed...though none cane be found today...

"I hope your people are of strong fortitude Ryala...as I said, I can do without sleep." He added with a smirk...his hands lightly slipping to her hips, awaiting her retort and the official beginning of their game.