Draiss was in the 'basic' of the security labs, with its only security being anti-scrying protections on top of the already formidable defenses of his home, working on tweaking the optics of a shadow stalker, having to have it on so he knew what he was working through, though he didn't need an AI in it. He could link to the sensors, and while the sight of him looking at himself had been extremely unnerving the first couple of times, he was now blase to it. He was so linked, in fact, that Ama's words had the construct look up rather than him, before he realized what he had done, and disconnected. "Not really sure there ARE any from my end. I am still reserving the right to veto parts you add, by the way, until we have both sat down and gone over it. Otherwise I will include the time honored 'shaving of the fur' as retaliation."<br/><br/>He stuck his tongue out at her, before setting the devices down, and rubbing his face with a groan. "Honestly, I don't HAVE any, which is part of what most of the gods flip about. I have no traditions, roots, or history except my own, and never really had much interest until I got here. Hell, still don't know my father's name, or much care. My mom is cheerfully sleeping and living with Garrus, which is why we haven't seen either of them lately, and getting her away from him will involve a crowbar, lots of grease, and likely a war, or at least a good scuffle."<br/><br/>He nodded to Halion as she opened the door, asking her to close it with a thought, as this was a private conversation. The door was shut just as quickly, and he frowned. "I don't have anything to add. Most dragon courtships, that I know of, involve the female, naturally the larger and more powerful of the pair if they are the same age, deciding what happens and not, and if they are chromatic, tearing out the male's throat if he protests too much. If the male is bigger, usually the best the female gets is a short courtship, and then a very rough first few weeks. Metallics are far more 'civilized,' comparing the chromatics and metallics is like comparing rap to poetry. Both have the same message, rap just tends to be more upfront and brutal about it. Sorry, tangent. No, can't think of anything."<br/><br/>He paused, his brain FINALLY catching up to him, screaming a warning, and he gave her a suspicious look. "Why, what brought this question on? I thought my job was to shut and supply and fund the wedding, while vetoing the more hideous designs that got through because they were far too cute."