Draiss had a slightly amused smile on his muzzle as he lay beside HIS elf, slowly licking her neck as he let her snuggle closer, not pulling away from her. He rolled his head, his neck popping as the kinks were worked out, before resting his head against her own. He closed his eyes, and then mentally skipped ahead to the morning. He wakes Cerulean, still in his bronze dragon body, and then wiggles out of the bed, using a cantrip to clean himself off, and gently butts his head against her belly, now coated with dry, hard cum, and then nodded to the door to his bathing room. It would lead to the female's area for her, but if the other two tried to do the same thing, they would be shunted to a couples bathing room, in case they wanted to indulge each other one last time.<br/><br/>He stepped out of the room, chuckling to himself as he complimented himself on being such a considerate godling, and the reclined near the main table, going over the layout of the ruins, and considering the best way to diffuse the lizardfolk situation.