He laughed softly as he felt the temple being hallowed in his name, before selecting the most devote of the crowd, and sending him a picture of the bronze dragon head that watched over the temple he had stolen from Tiamet. Knowing the devote would mention the vision to the prophet, he turned his attention back to Celestriam rubbing her side as he skipped forward, and ensured that she had taken his essence. Not that it took much, as a god's seed was irresistible to a mortal. He touch the life in her womb, and gave his daughter knowledge, improving her, turning her into a paragon and giving her a distinctive birthmark, a dragon head silhouette on her left hand.<br/><br/>He 'woke' the next morning, as the satisfied elf mother woke, and he kissed her neck, one hand cupping a breast, unusually large for an elf, but he found it perfect to his tastes. He kissed her neck again, before greeting her. "Good morning."