Ancalagon pulls his hand from her sex, agonizingly slow, and licks his hand clean. He then moves over to her head, an nuzzles her, the draconic form of kissing he preferred. He licked her snout, and said, "There, that was not so bad, now was it?"<br/><br/>He rests against his new mate, and once he has recovered enough that he is not about to pass out, he stands, and looks around the ruins.