09.Jan.21, 05:49 PM
Yfris startled at the little nip he was given. It didn’t hurt as it seemed to just be a light sampling of a potential new food source but it was still unexpected and even tickled a bit. What odd but delightfully charming little creatures! He watched, fascinated with the feeding and then cleaning while he wondered if he should have one of his own. Cazan’s two were probably already more than enough for their odd household and no doubt Malvayth would con a couple more out of people soon enough. So perhaps he didn’t need one of his own.
That seemed even more apparent as the little bronze made his shoulder a perch before the other was occupied by Lady. “You’re not grumpy, are you, my young friend? You’re just a little particular when peckish.” Yfris smiled as he ran a finger along Sir’s neck, almost cooing at the fellow. “Although I’m still deciding if you have excellent or questionable taste with your interest in me.” That was always the question when it came to people liking him and now it seemed to extend to firelizards as well. He supposed he should add dragons to the list as well since Malvayth and Tiberuth seemed to tolerate him.
Cazan’s absurd statement had him laughing loudly which startled Sir and earned him a soothing pat while Lady continued her regal pose unfazed. “I have been accused of far worse, my dear lady, and I shall wear the badge of corrupting you with pride. Just think how much worse you may get now that we’re married.” It still felt like they were just playing at being married for a laugh—and he supposed they kind of were. There was nothing traditional about it and they only had to pretend for the right people at the right times. Easy. Still, he was going to have fun further corrupting his sweet wife.
“I also feel like your mate can easily seduce anyone by just smiling at them. It’s rather impressive, honestly,” Yfris commented as he returned to the couch and where he left the bottle of wine. “You’re not the only one that gazes longingly at him—and I don’t just mean me, either!” He grinned and had some wine. T’ryn was annoyingly attractive but Yfris suspected a lot of the attraction stemmed from how oblivious he was to it.
“I still say we all get high as fuck on some slutty gold to properly seal this marriage-mate arrangement. Assuming our firelizard babies don’t need our full focus for the rest of the night.” He gave Lady a little pat to the head and then Sir, not wanting his grumpy boy to be jealous. “But I suppose we have plenty of time now to continue working together and corrupting T’ryn. Huh. I really am a terrible influence. Shame on me,” Yfris grinned again and flopped as dramatically as he could onto the couch without disturbing his companions.
That seemed even more apparent as the little bronze made his shoulder a perch before the other was occupied by Lady. “You’re not grumpy, are you, my young friend? You’re just a little particular when peckish.” Yfris smiled as he ran a finger along Sir’s neck, almost cooing at the fellow. “Although I’m still deciding if you have excellent or questionable taste with your interest in me.” That was always the question when it came to people liking him and now it seemed to extend to firelizards as well. He supposed he should add dragons to the list as well since Malvayth and Tiberuth seemed to tolerate him.
Cazan’s absurd statement had him laughing loudly which startled Sir and earned him a soothing pat while Lady continued her regal pose unfazed. “I have been accused of far worse, my dear lady, and I shall wear the badge of corrupting you with pride. Just think how much worse you may get now that we’re married.” It still felt like they were just playing at being married for a laugh—and he supposed they kind of were. There was nothing traditional about it and they only had to pretend for the right people at the right times. Easy. Still, he was going to have fun further corrupting his sweet wife.
“I also feel like your mate can easily seduce anyone by just smiling at them. It’s rather impressive, honestly,” Yfris commented as he returned to the couch and where he left the bottle of wine. “You’re not the only one that gazes longingly at him—and I don’t just mean me, either!” He grinned and had some wine. T’ryn was annoyingly attractive but Yfris suspected a lot of the attraction stemmed from how oblivious he was to it.
“I still say we all get high as fuck on some slutty gold to properly seal this marriage-mate arrangement. Assuming our firelizard babies don’t need our full focus for the rest of the night.” He gave Lady a little pat to the head and then Sir, not wanting his grumpy boy to be jealous. “But I suppose we have plenty of time now to continue working together and corrupting T’ryn. Huh. I really am a terrible influence. Shame on me,” Yfris grinned again and flopped as dramatically as he could onto the couch without disturbing his companions.