You Can Call Me Queen Bee

She would feel the two being's hearts beat as one, a shaky sigh escaping her lips. Never had a male treated her like this. It was nice though, different from the usual snazzy comments of being called a bitch and so on.

He would flash a smile at her, saying words of how she should already be ruling the world. He would also call her a desert flower... Aww, how pathetic. Her jaws would barely miss his muzzle as she snarled and snapped them in his face, ivory daggers showing as her lips curled in a snarl.

He was good, but she wasn't trying to play a game.. She did actually want to be a Queen- because she was all royalty- but because she would make a perfect one, ruling a little pack of mutts, the dogs commanding her very say. Wouldn't that be nice? Indeed it would, almost as nice as ripping the male's head off. She would think to herself, looking at Sparda with a smirk.