Ancalagon snorts and leads her to one of the rooms, and leads her inside, taking a seat at the table while letting Darla pick her own spot. He leans back in the chair, and pinches his snout, before replying, "No, I doubt it will always be that interesting here. I did things like what you do when I first started to use my magic, just to get a feel for what it could do. And truth be told, I did not expect the armies of Hell to come knocking not even a week after settling here.<br/><br/>But why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, and I will tell you about my past. Deal?"<br/><br/>He releases his snout to look at his daughter, and feels his eyes lingering over her ample bust, so similar to her mothers full breasts and the rest of her body was just as generous.