He grinned at their reactions, his powerful but not purely muscled form a pleasant change, and turned back to Ama, shifting her to rest against him, a touch of several different magics making the nausea she was about to start suffering from fade. "At least you don't have a breath weapon and evolutionary urge to attack me when I come into the nest like Tyra had."<br/><br/>He sighed, wishing he had been able to spend more time with Tyra's daughters than he had, but he had only gotten to when they were wandering about the domain. She had actually attacked him a handful of times for wandering into her nest at the wrong times, and once for just getting too close to the sleeping hatchlings. "What my major opponent is going to do to herself is what I discovered. And that several gods had been sending death threats to me for quite some time. That was a distinctly less pleasing discovery. That you and the others had been conspiring to hide them from me is just exasperating, if endearing. Though any god that sends a death threat to another that has an actual title of godslayer is asking for a Darwin Award."<br/><br/>He continued to rub her belly, though she would likely feel him mentally asking her handmaidens for some privacy, politely, but with underlying steel in it. He was going to molest her, softly, gently, but he did not need an audience, even if they were considered her 'daughters.'