Swiftcurrent Creek where'd you learn to shoot your gun so straight

He ignored her. His blatant disregard of her display sparked a new fury in the depths of her frosty stare, and her jaws parted to unleash the dragonfire behind her teeth.

Her snarl, fierce and guttural, drowned out the low rumble of her mate's own growl. Constantine saw fit to challenge her with the flagging of his own plume, the way in which he demanded her attention by forcing himself into her personal bubble. 

He was significantly larger and more powerful than her, and Durnehviir was buffeted slightly by the press of his form against her lithe figure. But she held fast, claws digging into earth, as she rose her muzzle and writhed against him to clack her fangs forcefully to his own. "Games?" Durnehviir bit back, "the only one playing games is you."