<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"Well that's still acceptable. I don't really want her to be a slave in any manner of the word, but I also don't want to be hauling around a rotting corpse of a dragon either. She was forcefully bound to me against either of our wills, I just do my best to be nice to her. When Order is free can you request that she contacts me?" </span>He nodded to his mother and collected his sword. The weapon flashed and separated into two razor thin blades that looked more like daggers than twin swords. Their hilts were marked with the typical skull of a runeblade but it seemed unusually large for such thin blades. He painted on the runes with considerable precision and then looked at his mother.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "Alright, now what?"</span><br/><br/>"Perhaps, or I just try to see the good in everyone until they give me reason to believe otherwise. Which is why I feel the way I do about you, because you showed me who you really are and it's someone I want to keep close in my life. Alright, well, you can't blame me for trying to woo you with exotic promises. But we'll figure it out later like you said. For now... I'm going to destroy your diet." He conjured a plate and the scent of a still hot, freshly baked brownie filled her nose as a brownie the size of his hand appeared on the plate. After the brownie appeared, a large scoop of vanilla ice cream appeared on it with flecks of fresh vanilla bean. And to top it off a drizzle of chocolate syrup painted it with stripes. He handed her a spoon and grinned. "Hot, sticky, and sweet."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>