It was enjoyable, playing with his children, and extremely relaxing, at least for him. The females kept claiming they were all impossible, but he had yet to see it. Except when they were clearly being left to their own devices, and a young, bored, intelligent child is almost as bad a prospect as a gnome or a kender. Hence why the play room had its own small simulation area, which would let the kids explore jungles, caves, or any other area they wanted, but without the consequences of getting outside the domain. Several of Ashara's hatchlings were curled up in the corner, a massive lump of dragon limbs, scales, and heads, her six daughters nearly inseparable from each other. They were also going to be quite the heartbreakers when they grew up, clearly taking after their mother in looks. Other children were in the room, Tera, Cerulean's child, was cheerfully exploring a rainforst in the simulation portion of the room, trying to climb one of the trees.<br/><br/>He looked up as Inari and Ama both came in, and waved, noting their not very amused expressions, the dataslate in Ama's hand, and the construct behind them, that was frantically sending to him to run. He mentally waved off the construct, wondering what he had done this time to get that look. He set Kimat to the side as the boy squirmed, before standing up, and helping him walk over to Ama. "So, judging from your expressions, I have apparently done something to get in trouble again, and this time without ever leaving the domain."