Draiss grinned up at her, before purring, "Oh, we aren't hasty, you elves are just slow."<br/><br/>He kissed her neck, and then murmured a spell, ending with his flesh flowing like water beneath Cerulean until it suddenly hardened, and a young bronze dragon looked up at her. "And is this form just a passing interest? You certainly squealed my name loud enough last time we coupled like this."