Aug 11, 2017
@tyrantiiisms The dragon narrowed his gaze at the other, wondering who in their right mind would claim a pet such as this. One so obnoxiously alluring. He wanted to punch the other and then ravage him all night long. The confliction showed on the dragon’s features. “I am not angry. I just do not like being told what I can and cannot have.” Tristan smiled as he stepped closer to the dragon, a few scars visible on his neck from his claiming. He though wore them with pride more than anything. "Well if I'm being honest you technically can, but it has to benefit Lord Harte in some way. If it does than you can touch me anywhere, anyway you like." He mused, running a finger along the dragon's chest.