Spark chased Bluefire back to the room in which their nest was kept. By the time she arrived, her mate was already curled around the eggs, clearly ready to fall asleep.
"Why did you do that?" Spark demanded. "He's been nothing but nice and helpful!" Bluefire raised his head to look at her.
"Spark, my love, you know I adore your optimism. But be honest with yourself. Would he continue to be? I am sure he has already made advances on you." Spark shuffled her feet awkwardly, thinking back to conversations with Dartwing.
"Okay, fine, he wants a mate," she said. "But do you not trust me?"
"I do. I do not trust him. I worry he would take advantage of you while you sleep or force himself upon you while awake. The only way for Dartwing to remain in this home is for him to be something other than an adult male."
"Fair," Spark muttered. "Still..."
"I can turn him back, but he will be kicked out," Bluefire said. "Or if there is some other form you would like me to make him take, I can do that as well." Bluefire yawned. "Once I have rested, of course."
"Of course."
"So?" Bluefire prompted. "What would you like?"