The child's eyes were going between Emily and Frank as they took turns speaking, the child looking completely engaged in the conversation she couldn't understand.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Well I think she likes you, or at least how soft your hand is. She's only a few days old so she's not teething, I think she just likes the taste and feel of it... she's also not giving you the death glare." </span>She nodded and looked at her own clutch of eggs resting in their bubble of arcane energy.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "Being smaller for you would mean Ashia would also feel better if I ever... but are you sure that you would even want to have sex with a dragonling? I'm not against it, I'd grab a table and let you bend me over it right now if your hands weren't full but I'm guessing sex is something a little more meaningful to you and not something to do to have fun."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>