"Put me down. I want to be there in case he needs help during the night." Besides, she didn't want to be alone with him while he was angry with her.
"The doctor will help him." Putting her down, he lifted her chin with his hand. "You are my breeder." He bent down to speak right in her face. "Not his."
She cringed back, but couldn't allow him to intimidate her like this. Never show fear to a predator. "I might be your woman but I'm also concerned about Azagor. And what's so wrong with that?"
"You are my breeder."
"Does that mean I can't show compassion to a wounded warrior?
Maybe now wasn't a good time to get fired up over him calling her his breeder, but she'd get him to stop using that word if it was the last thing she did. "And are you physically incapable of calling me anything else? Was this annoying habit somehow bred into you, along with warrior genes or something?" she asked in a deliberately syrupy, sarcastic voice.