He sighed, before leaning back. "That part had nothing to do with it. It had more to do with the fact that your kind doesn't exist back home, which raises a number of issues and questions I am not wanting to deal with at this moment. Maybe after this mission, we can sit down and start hammering those out, but right now, your sex drive is making me think you two are disguised succubi, rather than sphinxes. Your generous bodies certainly support that theory.<br/><br/>But my biggest issue is about maintaining command. I don't need to have a lover tiff in the middle of a battle, that is going to get people killed. I am going to have to order you two into dangerous, possibly fatal, positions, and expect immediate compliance, NOT an argument. That gets more people killed. You seem to have certain bindings about you, magical in nature. I will merely point out that magic is NOT in existance on my plane any more, and dragons are barely even known until in the last forty years or so as anything other than devourers of everything. Sphinxes? They asked riddles, got murdered when someone gave a correct answer, and killed anyone that answered incorrectly or tried to flee. Fae? They turned people into flowers for letting their shadows fall on them, or for offering them milk with honey instead of honey, or something equally non-sensible. I am literally operating without any real knowledge of how to properly get things done, and mostly getting away with it because those beings are mostly amused by my blunderings."