She loved that smugness. She could probably pick out the days he's sneaked lookes at her writing, when he came down to breakfast with that WMD of a grin of his that made her want to pounce on him.

"I thought you might," she grinned, "They'd love the guild, and meeting Master Makarov and everyone." She giggled softly at the nip along her throat, and she hugged him closer, "Naughty dragon." She teased playfully. "Mmh..maybe we should get some sleep though. We'll be too tired to play with the kids tomorrow, let along take on any jobs, if we stay up much later." And if he kept teasing her, she wasn't going to want to sleep by the time she caught her breath.