You Can Call Me Queen Bee

"I don't know.. It depends what you have in store, really." She would say as she looked at him, violet and golden gaze staring into his violet one.

He would say how she had been all rude and snappy, but the hell with it, this was her attitude, her personality!! Unless, of course he could somehow strain her from the angry, large ivory sadist he was, though it would be a hard task, especially for a brute like him.

The ivory and creme colored babe would look him over, her eyes scanning over his bodice of a form. He was quite attractive, though he was shorter than her. If he were to protect the Queen, shouldn't he have been at least a bit more... Intimidating? She knew she was a large fae herself, standing proudly at thirty six inches and weighing 141 pounds. Now, her friend Sparda.. He didn't seem quite close to that.