He let himself be tackled, but anyone paying attention would feel him aborting yet another attack, this time a pure energy bolt that would have lanced straight through her throat. He managed to not scream at her, letting her nuzzle him, one hand on her cheek. "Vorela, off please. And humanoid, I will be a bit more relaxed. Yes, I know you are a dragon, and must be the 'proper' size, but is that worth me having to fight down putting a killing bolt through your forehead?"<br/><br/>The boneless arm withdrew with a lewd slurping noise, the armor pulling back in and wrapping around his vital areas, and he quickly regrew it, barely using an of his own power. V'elen's upgrades had been thorough and necessary, but they were decidedly efficient. He waited until she was in her humanoid form, before carefully reaching forward, and taking her hand, leading her to the pillows that he had been resting on for the past ten weeks. "Now, how about I get a damn update on what I missed from the last two hundred to three hundred fifty years?"