"You should know better than to take me seriously, Relene. I'm not your grandmother, I would never take your powers away or lock them up. I'm trying to have a good time with you today."<br/><br/>Nail snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #b30000"> "You don't live long if you're impulsive. Too many of our kind never learned, that's why Ashia is having to make new ones. Stupid and no better than animals. Mortals have powerful allies, hurting you makes them attack me. I don't get strong from hurting someone weak like you, but I get hurt or worse from your family. I am wrathful but I am not stupid." </span>Elerona stuck her tongue out at Zelina and strolled over to Spite who had found her rhythm on the man's tongue.<span style="color: #0000b3">"Does it matter who the sire is so long as they're still mini dragons?" </span><span style="color: #59b300">"You want to breed, little demon? I hope you don't mind the color greeen..." </span>Thrak appeared behind Elerona and tossed her back onto the couch beside Zelina.<span style="color: #59b300">"Ashia and I don't get along, but you are correct. It doesn't matter, and while I don't care about helping Ashia create her new race I owe it to my flight- the Greens to repopulate them. Think you're up to the task, little demon?"</span><span style="color: #0000b3">"Blue is my favorite color though..." </span><span style="color: #59b300">"Well, that's rather unfortunate because Spite is saving herself for Ashia and Nail is already with children."</span><span style="color: #b30000">"What?"</span><span style="color: #59b300">"Oops, spoiler."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>