Devaguea paused, looking at her to see if she was teasing him, before very deliberately looking down at her VERY tight dress. Magic though it was, the dress was definitely 'filled to capacity' and several of the civilians were nearly worshipping her as an aspect of Shelyn. Devaguea was quietly trying to calmly discourage the practice, as the last thing he wanted was the goddess getting annoyed at his friend and maybe courtship partner. He had no idea what the rest of the nymphs wanted him to be, but the constant teasing implied at least interest in friendship, as they all avoided anyone they didn't care about in some fashion or other, and the really pushy ones got blasted with their natural ability to blind attackers.<br/><br/>The dragon king then frowned, before nodding slowly. "Yes, noticeably, at least to those attracted to females. And I am not surprised you feel distant from the First World. Its history with you has had significant... memories attached to it, while the new plane has only good memories and hope . And it could also be the affection and love so many mortals feel for the fey that have been helping them so much. Why, I even had a petition from the bardic college to demand I court you, so they can keep serenading you and your sisters with ballads and poetry, and to hopefully inspire current and future bards to greater heights of creativity. Not that I need a petition to tell me who to court. However, while I am thinking about something completely unrelated, are you up to a trip to the hotsprings this weekend, just the two of us again?"<br/><br/>The weekly advisor meeting suddenly had a very charged feeling to it, before Devaguea calmly placed his quill down, and then rubbed his face. After a moment, he looked up at Allison, his expression flat as a board. "What other dragons? All I know of are Amvarean, myself, and Camilla occasionally. Did we have ANOTHER incident flagged as a priority slip through the cracks again?"