Snow grinned in excitement as he was pressed up against the wall. However when she commented about him missing the horrible experiments, his grin faded and he quickly shook his head... but then he couldn't help but laugh quietly as she commented on his strange behavior. His body shook as she pressed up against him, and he grinned again...<br/><br/>However when she questioned his puberty, his blue eyes narrowed obviously annoyed and his pride pricked, but he quickly disregarded it as he was enjoying the attention way too much as she pressed down on him. Finally he she loosened her grip and she demanded know his age.<br/><br/>"I am of age, " he assured her with a devilish grin, which was true he was in his twenties, though he didn't know exactly as he had never really kept track of days after he had been orphaned.  "And... the general was right about me being blood whore... quite experienced..." he added, "But I haven't ever been bitten before, I wasn't allowed to be," he sighed  with an arched playful wintry brow.  "And whats wrong with power, attention, wealth, pain and a little fun?" Snow asked.<br/><br/>"And yes... most dragons are all those things you mentioned," he informed her with a chuckle, referring to being a megalomaniac and masochist. "Did you expect wisdom and great understanding from creatures that horde shiny objects inside caves and craters?" he inquired.