Always. [A claw aims to grab her chin with a gentler touch then one would expect of such a creature, but he's not always so blunt when he wishes to be. A push, a pull. Give and take. These are simple rules, but ones he knows well how to use- how to manipulate or move however he desires. There is no one to tell him he cannot or will not do what he pleases.
Has he missed her? In his own way, he supposes so- seeing as he's watched from behind bars that allow him to see but never touch, to hear but never speak. Is he answering her retort of such a thing, or is he answering that he knows she does not fear him? Who knows? A dragon doesn't tell.
He can feel the lull inside him rumble quietly as his other half watches, a sentry waiting for the wrong move to prove he must take over once more. Ah, but where's the fun in being so uptight? Even Sen would agree, he knows. She's already come forward to meet him rather than shy away like most.
Rather, I wish to talk to you so that we can get to know each other, no? It's odd, he's never shied away from something like a conversation, but he doesn't quite like how this sits in the air. Siegfried tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a little at her.]
"Talk with me," as you've said. How much is this going to end up in me relinquishing my hold of him?
[Because while he loves the attention, being asked for specifically like this usually has a cost- and it may not be one he's willing to pay.]
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Has he missed her? In his own way, he supposes so- seeing as he's watched from behind bars that allow him to see but never touch, to hear but never speak. Is he answering her retort of such a thing, or is he answering that he knows she does not fear him? Who knows? A dragon doesn't tell.
He can feel the lull inside him rumble quietly as his other half watches, a sentry waiting for the wrong move to prove he must take over once more. Ah, but where's the fun in being so uptight? Even Sen would agree, he knows. She's already come forward to meet him rather than shy away like most.
Rather, I wish to talk to you so that we can get to know each other, no? It's odd, he's never shied away from something like a conversation, but he doesn't quite like how this sits in the air. Siegfried tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a little at her.]
"Talk with me," as you've said. How much is this going to end up in me relinquishing my hold of him?
[Because while he loves the attention, being asked for specifically like this usually has a cost- and it may not be one he's willing to pay.]