Hushed Willows i'm sorry, i'm not that kind of doctor

Panting aside, Banner remained quiet while Stark said his piece.  Granted, his words were more to the point than her rambling, sorry excuse for a diatribe.  I'm sure he was joking, she bit out, eyes rolling for good measure.  When she had this conversation with Buchanan, he assured her that Warbone was likely not joking, and so she knew it was a stupid thing to say.  But she felt the need to lessen the situation anyway.

That threat isn't as romantic when you say it, she mused, though her face was still set in a frown from her previous ranting.  Part of her wanted to pin Stark with a harsh glare for mentioning a fresh mark on her mate, but it wasn't worth the effort.  Warbone has his own pack now, anyway, so he has no reason to bother me - er, us.  The anger within her had cooled down significantly, but Banner could feel it still simmering.  The strong emotions made her feel itchy.. as usual.  She couldn't help her low growl.  Someone like him doesn't move on that easily.  What's he playing at?