Zain rumbled softly, a sound very like a purr, as the kiss stretched on.  The little minx dancing in his lap was having a very profound effect on him.  If his thick hide weren't purple he'd be visibly blushing.   Someone who knew what they were looking for might notice the extra shimmer in his scales...<br/><br/>He gave a disappointed groan as they were interrupted, but leaned back from the kiss and wrapped his arms around his companion's tiny waist as he looked over at the divinity who had interrupted them.<br/><br/>Zain wanted to frown at the divinity's unfortunate timing, but he'd taken his time with Wind Rider so far, this was an exciting opportunity.  The fact that it seemed to be for them both made it more so.<br/><br/>In truth, the draogn king couldn't help but smile.  “Shaanxi, Chumyo of Rope Bridges.  I'm honored that a man of your eminence would come for us.  Please forgive me that I'm not quite yet ready to stand.”  The tenting in Zain's loincloth was relaxing slowly.  For the moment he had only the skimpily dressed girl on top of him—the reason for it's protrusion—to conceal it.<br/><br/>“Fujian has need of our service?  He is a good and noble man.  It will please me to be of aid to him.  Is there anything in particular we should bring?  And if you'll indulge me, how is my cousin Rindi faring in service to our office?”