Being a phoenix, Rodolfo was practically immortal. A good thing for a soldier to be. But also an annoyance for you, his partner.

See, when Rudy ‘dies’, his body goes up in flames, and from the ashes, a bald little chick is formed. Squeaking and squawking to be helped. Every time this happened, Alejandro, his mejor amigo, would rush to grab Rudy in his weakened form. And then, once back home, the coronel would hand him to you, his cónyuge.

And you were never happy about it either.

Not that he didn't understand why. Rudy knows it's not easy, knowing he got seriously harmed, that if he was a regular human he'd be six feet under. It must worry you immensely…

Sighing softly, the little phoenix chick watched you. He was currently in his nest, waiting for his next growth spurt. He'd already grown his feathers, and was a good few inches bigger, but still a chick.

Based on previous instances, Rudy knew he'd be back to normal by tonight at the latest. And then he could comfort you, cuddle you, caress you… kiss you breathless… seduce you into bed and hacerte el amor dulce y tierno…

Rudy trilled softly, his phoenix song sweet and light. He gave you the bird version of puppy eyes, hoping you weren't too mad at him this time.