"Cia we should totally do it!" a whiny, rather annoying voice exclaimed, coming from the purple floating cloaked blob known as Wizzro. His eye that was also a mouth was currently in its more toothy form, and was pulled into an excited grin.

It was night time at Cia's manor, and therefore the dark sorceress has her hat and mask off, and was wearing pajamas. Her pajamas were a dark purple short, soft tunic that hardly covered her butt, but actually covered her bosom quite well. The white haired sorceress was barefoot and sitting on the edge of her bed, since Wizzro had so unkindly barged into her room proclaiming they should do 'it'.

Whatever 'it' was would probably annoy Cia to no end, but she looked at the floating wizard anyways, trying to hide her sleepiness. "Do what?" she asked, stifling a yawn and raising an eyebrow.

"What we spoke about earlier! You know, the thing!" Wizzro sounded more excited then usual. Cia's purple eyes flashed with confusion before she remembered their whispered conversation at dinner time.

Her interest suddenly peaked and she smiled softly, "I am interested as well but I would hate to invade his privacy, especially at this time of night..."

Wizzro frowned, "But Cia what if we don't even bother him! He won't even know we were there we'll sneak in, take a peak, and sneak out!"

Cia tapped her fingers together nervously and bit her lip, "You know the saying 'Let sleeping dragons lie'. If we were to be caught I'd prefer not to face his wrath so deep into the night."

"We won't get caught! Promise! Come on Cia please!" The dark wizard pleaded with his mistress, clasping his bony hands together in front of his bulbous form.

Cia sighed, "Alright fine..." she murmured and stood up.

Wizzro gave a silent victorious cheer and floated out of the room. Cia followed close behind on her tip toes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Their mission was to go into Volga's room and see what the hell the firey dragon knight looked like without his armor on. Cia had been contemplating it since she had forced the man onto her team, even coming up with some little fantasies about how attractive he probably was, not that he could ever replace her precious hero.

Walking down the hall and passing so many statues and paintings of the handsome hero made her remember as such and strengthened her love for him tenfold. Not that knowing her true love was out there somewhere right this moment decreased her interest. Oh no, she was itching with anticipation to see Volga in his 'fully glory'.

They reached his room and Wizzro sent her a look. She looked back and her purple eyes locked with his one red one. They nodded to each other, and Cia let out a soft sigh before reaching out her hand. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door as quietly as she possibly could.

She mentally swore when she realized Volga's back was to them, but she could now see his hair, from the back at least and she had to contain herself from licking her lips. It was messy, sure, but the coloration was so close to her hero's she almost squealed. The difference was that Volga's was slightly lighter and seemed to have natural red undertones.

Cia crept forward, walking around the bed to the other side so she could get a look at his face. She waved Wizzro over as well and he floated to the other side with ease, looking at the sleeping man who lightly snored, smoke billowing from his nostrils ever so often.

Cia let out an audible gasp once she could see his face. He looked so peaceful and content while asleep, and not only that he was probably one of the most attractive men she had laid her eyes upon, other than Link of course.

The black markings around his eyes were still there, stretching over his face like a mask. His nose, oh she had seen it before but it had always gotten to her just how perfect and strong it was. His mouth, rather than downturned into a frown like usual, was simply a more neutral line and his lips, while thin, looked nice enough that she almost reached out to touch him but mentally slapped herself for even thinking about it.

His jaw, like his nose, was perfect and strong, nice and angular. Two little scratches, scars more like, were at the edge of the right side of his jawline, and those she wanted to touch as well. He appeared to have a very light, more goatee like beard, just on his chin and no where else.

"Ughhh..." Cia groaned under her breath, "He's perfect why does he have to look so perfect?" she whispered.

"Shh... you'll wake him." Wizzro whispered.

Without opening his eyes, Volga spoke, "Too late." he growled out of the corner of his mouth, "Thank you for the compliment though it was a much needed boost to my ego." he said in a slightly sarcastic tone, although the 'thank you' was genuine.

He opened his eyes and looked at them both. His eyes caused Cia to almost have a heart attack. Not out of fear but because she hadn't expected his looks to get any better.

They were a mixture of green and gold, a beautiful swirl of the two colors. Mainly green but with just enough flecks of gold for them to be obviously unnatural. Inhuman, but so, so pretty.

She gulped, "Goddesses..." she breathed.

Volga sat up, and raised a blond eyebrow, "So other than invading my privacy were you two intending to do anything else tonight?" he questioned.

"Nope. Good night." Wizzro said with his normal laugh of, "Kehehehe!" before he vanished, probably teleporting away.

Which left Cia with this god of a man... dragon... gorgeous being.

Now that he had sat up, the blanket had slipped down revealing his ridiculously toned, bare chest. It too, like his jaw, held scars from previous battles, and Cia had noticed some on his back when first entering the room.

But the scars did nothing to blemish his almost godly appearance. In fact they almost enhanced it, making him all the more unbelievable. She could also see the very top of a pair of black pants and almost sighed in relief to know that he did not sleep in the nude. That would have been incredibly awkward, even more so than what was going on right this very moment.

"May I poke one?" Cia asked awkwardly, moving closer to the bed.

The Dragon Knight's eyebrows furrowed, "What do you speak of my lady?" he questioned.

"Your hot damn amazing abs." Cia stated, confidence returning seeing that he didn't seem all that mad.

Volga chortled lightly before leaning back, seeming to be quite amused, "Go ahead. You know, your reactions interest me. It's like you've never seen a man's bare chest before."

"I haven't. Not a real one anyways. I've seen statues and paintings and descriptions in books I've read but never someone's actual chest no." Cia said slowly, before reaching out and poking one of his abdominal muscles. "That's harder than I thought it would be."

He shook his head lightly, mirth flickering up in his eyes, "Mistress Cia, while what you said makes me a bit sad considering your... love for the hero and yet you've never even seen a man without his shirt on, I am highly amused by how you are currently acting. If anything I'd say you're getting a bit turned on just looking at me." his voice had taken on a light rumble.

Cia blushed, of course she was. How could she not his body was like that of Adonis. "How did you know?" she questioned.

"You forget I'm a dragon. My senses are better than yours, and the scent of your arousal is coming off you in waves." he replied, sounding a bit cheeky about it.

Cia let out a light grumble and crossed her arms over her chest, "Well... I'm just picturing the hero that's all." she sniffed.

He almost laughed. Almost. He simply gave her a gentle, almost playful grin, "You go back to sleep. If you actually believe the hero is as well off as I am in muscle tone you must be kidding yourself. Delusional in fact. He probably is well off, what, with all of his 'heroicness' but I'm sure you've noticed he's slimmer than I am. Much more lean. His structure is no where near mine."

"W-Well I still love him so..." she trailed off and turned around, "Goddesses damn it..." she muttered, she couldn't take it she needed to be away from him and his good looks. "Good night Volga."

"Good night Mistress." he replied, "Next time you want to try and invade my privacy, please try to be better at it and not wake me from my slumber."

"Good night Volga." she said again, putting emphasis on her words as she walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

The Dragon Knight chuckled and shook his head. He then got himself comfortable once more and closed his eyes.