Ancalagon nods and slides his hands along Shyrath's scales, as they walk to the treasure/throne room. Dismissing the guards, he walks around to her beautifully muscled hind quarters, and gently grabs the large clit on his mate. Rubbing the sensitive flesh between his thumb and palm, he says, "Good idea, my mate. Now I believe you were going to apologise for being later to helping me with the minotaur. He takes his clothing off, and tosses it on the throne, while listening to Shyrath's vocallizations of pleasure.