The dragon was quiet for a moment, looking down at her before turning his great molten gaze to the sky. "Astarot...so it shall be." His tail swished to the side, the movement one of casual enjoyment similar to that of a dog...however, this same casual action was also responcible for crushing a oak to splinters. "And I will not roll in it like some swine in a mud bath...luxery shall be heaped upon me, and they will come for miles to beg for my advice."  He then huffed when she commented about the kings dragon. "She is weakened and fat, her mind like that of an old queen too bitter to step down. As for our gender differences, it is a common theme for the woman to be stronger than the man. for some that strength is physical, for other species it is mental...as for yours, its a little of both." he then gave a sharp toothed smirk and licked his lips. "Females are far tastier though...the flesh softer and the taste smoother. Perhaps when I get tired of your advice I might indulge myself."<br/>Waiting for her to turn her now clothed back to him he leaned his head forewards slightly and licked her! His tongue was rough and sticky as it slithered up the whole of her back, leaving her sticky before retreating behind that sneaky draconic smile of his. "I will not woo her, so do not expect it. She is a rival, and all my rivals will perish." he promised her as he lifted up his great head.  "Now perhaps I need to bathe you in my flames once more...it seems you have struck your head on something. You are telling me you plan on taking the king on your own with no assistance?" Snorting smoke the dragon scoffed. "Your are standing here today due to the works of another, wether indirectly or directly. For my dream to become reality you are to don the attire of a queen...perhaps not now, but in the end you will rule. wether or not you prove to be better than the fattened swine and his old lizard is up to you...but that perky ass will be seated on a throne if I have to do the work myself...and if you are to be queen, you will need others to at least create opportunities."<br/><br/>He was then surprisingly quiet, listening to the words she hissed out. Yet when she finished he filled the air with mirthful chuckles. "Ah yes...vengeance.  It is the strength of your desire that called me to the egg."  He shook his great neck, his scales clinking loudly against one another. "So you will return to your fathers lands, and take your birthright from the usurpers and pests that infest the halls of your mother." he licked his scaled lips, as if enjoying the thought. "...tantalizing. You will succeed. That is not up for debate...and there you will sit once more upon your mothers seat, your family house yours again...and news shall spread swiftly of your rise. It is then you will need to prepare for two forces...One seeking to join this rise in power in hopes of bettering themselves...and those who will seek to stop it...and also for thier own gain." lowering his head to the ground he studied her closely. "You wish me to change my form to something smaller?" he inquired, then showed her a toothy grin. "Say please." he spoke with a deep playful rumble.<br/>Folding his clawed paws over one another he mused for a moment before speaking. "You speak of me needing a more..inconspicous form, though it sounds to me like you wish to butcher and claw your way to the king...so would this form not be better?" he inquired before closing a scaled eye. "...I will bargain with you, Noxaura...you shall be the first I have offered such, so be greatful." his tone was playful, yet prideful...as if his words were only half jest. "I will take another form...but I detest doing so. Taking a form like yourself is not natural, nor is it pleasant for us...but in pursuit of your dream I will relent. In return however, we head south. There the twisted woods of the unseelie courts claw at the sky...and where we can find much needed allies and sympathizers...perhaps even someone who can make you worthy tools." staring at her he waited for her reply.