"Is something wrong?" Artimer looked into her eyes, but found that he could not look to long back at her. Taking a deep breath he looked back up at her and nodded. 'Well to put it simply, I am a mixed breed when it comes to dragons, my mother was a water dragon, and my father was a fire dragon. Normally the children of opposite elemental dragons don't live past their fiftieth birth day. I am 350 years old, and technically I'm a runt, midget, dwarf, what have you. Someone the ladies and gents can have fun with, but not start a family with. I have only fathered three litters, and only from the last one are the off springs getting past their first century. All three litters, to hear the mothers say it, were accidents.' Artimer sighed softly, he had looked down after the last sentence. He looked more then just a little worried, 'Are you going to want children, and do you think you could handle having deformed children or still born births?' With the look in Artimer's eyes, Clairissa can see how much he wanted to be a father, and to be involved with the child, but he looked terrified at the prospect.