Diana wouldn't have believed for one moment she could fall asleep under such bizarre circumstances but she did. Later a sudden rush of cold air made her shiver and brought her out of strange dreams.

She wearily opened her eyes and raised her head wondering how in the world she had managed to roll onto her stomach under such a heavy weight. Then she realized Fenrir was no longer on top of her but instead was standing in front of the bed angrily pulling on clothes that still didn't seem to fit him well. He tried to close his shirt all the way twice before giving up and tucking it into the waist of his pants. He glanced up at her.

" Get up and get dressed." He said curtly.

Diana hurried to do so. She didn't try to cover up her nakedness now that she'd gotten a sharp reminder of what she had promised but she did find herself wondering again when he was going to make good on his threat to make her please him. A part of her wished he'd get on with it and get it over with. Another part of her feared that's just what he would do.

While she fumbled to get her shoes on he moved to the window and stared outside. His face looked more drawn then usual. His eyes were narrowed against the light and he kept opening and closing his fists. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he looked at her again to see if she was ready. After a moment of silence she tentatively took a step forward.

" Fenrir...is everything alright? You seem...disturbed."

He raised his brows " Disturbed? Yea...I guess you can call it that.."

" Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked in a small voice.

Fenrir eyes narrowed. " Suck my dick? "

The utter shock on her face amused him. Then she dropped her eyes and bit her lip before stepping forward. She started to kneel and he held out a large hand to halt her.

" Stop."

She looked up at him wearily.. He made an impatient gesture for her to stand back up.

" I was just being an asshole."

She stood back up nervously wringing her hands.

" Are you always so literal? " He asked crossing his arms and staring down at her. He mentally made a note to himself to watch what he said around her or it could get to be an embarrassing fiasco in public.

" I don't want to die." For once her eyes were direct and he suddenly noticed that they were lovely eyes. Gentle like a doe's eyes. He imagined they were the kind of eyes that those who fell below his claws would like to see as they died. They had lines of strain around them but she gazed up at him apparently resigned to whatever fate had in store for her.

What did fate have in store? He decided he didn't give a shit.

" Let's go." He said curtly.