Ancalagon was, in fact, not ogling his daughter, merely noting her various strengths and obvious weaknesses, and had allowed his own to surface for a moment, before snapping back to reality. Okay, fine, technically ogling, but that sounded so bad...<br/><br/>He says, "Well, my past, gods, that is a road I have not been down in a long time, give me a moment...<br/><br/>I was raised on the streets of Osrach, a human capital on the other side of the world, and never have figured out who my parents were, or even which one was the dragon. I lived homeless, thieving for food and items that I could use, and the only reason I am here is because of my dragon blood, which made me faster and stronger than the other bullies. I was spit on, and called various names I will not repeat, ever.<br/><br/>By the time I was 14, I was able to control my magic, and was being hunted as a demon spawn and witch by the local church. So, needless to say, I killed some of the people trying to kill me, sold their possessions for some gold that I used to buy a few items that would be helpful for a wanderer, and then left. I wandered west for most of two years, killing to survive, and avoiding towns when I could, which is when I met your mother."<br/><br/>He sighs and rubs his face for a moment, and decides to tell her the truth about that incident. He continues, "At this point, my body was giving me problems, as my dragon blood was getting to the boiling point, from a need for revenge as well as a desire for sex, and your mother was the first person I came across that I felt was not only worthy of me, but was able to be, well, why sugar it up, raped without worrying about the repercussions."<br/><br/>He stopped talking, and looked down, lost in the past, allowing his daughter to process while he wrestled with his emotions.<em>Funny</em>, he mused,<em>I never cared what anyone else thought of my actions before, then I find out I have a daughter, and suddenly my conscious comes back. Strange.</em>