[mariah?!]

"Perhaps," returned Israfel, though there was no trace of venom in his tone. Rather his countenance appeared thoughtful, in spite of the intensity with which he was spewing his seed into the warm body beneath him, barbed knot joining them together at the pelvis. Yellow-gold hues shuttered briefly, as the wyvern dared settle his weight upon the human; the underside of his stomach silky and unarmoured, vulnerable against svara's own soft skin. "Though my mannerisms might bring thoughts of a feline to mind, I've been around enough to know that when it comes to the matter of breeding, my kind tend to take after dogs."

Israfel smiled then, a slow progression of acicular ivories and iridescent scales.