Ancalagon finished as well, his seed spewing into her depths, and releasing her neck to roar in triumph. A few last thrusts to ensure that all his seed is inside her, and he then leans down to lick her neck, an apology of sorts, and says, "I hope to have every chromatic paired with a metallic, each weakness paired with a strength, thereby creating something stronger than the sum of their parts. And I believe the gold would be best with me. Or maybe I am just being possessive."<br/><br/>He rubs his head against Navi's in a conciliatory gesture, hoping eventually the proud green would forgive his fit.