<span style="color: #4d4dff">"This really isn't a conversation you want to have in public. But you have made me your woman, your mate. If you ever sired another child in your life it would be with me. I am your consort and you have seeded me. For you to show any signs of affection to another in front of me would be belittling to me as your mate. Even if a kiss on the cheek isn't a sign of affection to you, it is to me." </span>She nodded and took the bag of gold then put it into Frank's new book bag, the weight of the coin vanishing instantly.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Frank, I have a sack of scales that I've lost since Miriam took me in. She's collected them and even my teeth, she never sold any of it so that I could have it when I matured. And those scales I traded were damaged ones from when I fried myself, if I were to give him a pristine scale you'd be holding two bags of nothing but gold coins. It's not a gift, Frank, you are my mate... My husband, by human terms, this is our money to support ourselves and our lives."</span><br/><br/>Crimzon watched Tyrande warm up and food and took mental notes to be able to replicate it.<span style="color: #660000"> "Well I hope you find my flesh lickable once again now that it has been mostly repaired. It is slightly off colored but it should still meet your standards."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>