<span style="color: #5900b3">"Alright, that's fair. I'm not convinced though, but I am excited to see them learn to hunt. I can't promise I won't laugh at them though."</span>She looked at the hatchlings as they wrestled around and bumped into the table.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "Order said our hatchling should be hatching before tomorrow, didn't she? What color do you think it'll be?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"You are truly a cruel and heartless monster. I'll have to rage against my monstrous lover and show her that I won't be bullied. Mmm, well as long as you promise to be patient with me I'll let you take me clothes shopping. You can treat me like a child's doll and dress me up in whatever you fancy and I probably won't complain too much." </span>She took a seat as she watched Isabelle get ready and smiled.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Of course I am. I plan on marrying you and I can't do that if I'm an uneducated moron. I need to be someone worthy of standing beside you and I want to be more than just an exotic alien with a nice voice. I want to be smart and self-sufficient."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Noted. I'll make sure the airspace is clear of my drones and create a safe perimeter for them to travel." </span>Animus held out one hand and duplicated Order's glass of whiskey.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "Do you want to explain to the mortals why a bunch of buildings from Silvermoon appeared in the Ghostlands over night? Or have to explain why there's buildings flying through the sky? It's easier to do everything far from the ignorant eye and it's actually quite close to one of my auxiliary sites."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>