He had just put the screens away, to be finished later, and was standing as she finished talking. He froze, and then slowly looked up at her, and hissed with outrage. "Those eggs are OURS, Tyraguna, and I suggest you remember that. You may have laid and tended them until now, but my seed fertilized them, and I am doing what I can to help. I don't give a damn what a chromatic would do or not, but I will be damned before I let you try and someone insinuate that those dragonets are not also my daughters. Is any part of that unclear, or do I need to do the reminding how chromatics usually prefer?"