Huh? Don't be ridiculous. I'm not waiting, but I won't have you walk around the castle unclean. Otherwise I'd have tossed you in the dungeon.
[ He's glad she looks away, it means she won't be able to see the way his own cheeks briefly start to redden before he shakes his head, fortunately managing to disperse the flush of his pale cheeks before she decides to peek coyly over her shoulder... as if he isn't aware of her eyes on him the instant that they are.
There's seriously something wrong with him... he's a dragon, god damn it. This isn't even his true form, he has no reason to feel shame over it, especially since he'd hardly feel shame over her gazing at his true draconic form. Thinking this, he manages to keep the shame away... for however long that lasts. ]
...It's rude to stare, you know.
[ Said as if he hasn't done the same to her with his trademark smirk as he discards his shirt onto the floor, moving onto his pants next. It's not like he's built particularly large. He's hardly a physique to aspire to... aside from his lanky height, at least. Still, the more important part is what comes once his pants drop, and...
...there's nothing there. His lower body—and legs, for that matter—is entirely draconic and covered in scales, meaning that should her eyes drift between his legs, she'll find herself looking at what seems to be an utter lack of genitalia whatsoever.
He is technically reptilian in nature, after all. ]
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[ He's glad she looks away, it means she won't be able to see the way his own cheeks briefly start to redden before he shakes his head, fortunately managing to disperse the flush of his pale cheeks before she decides to peek coyly over her shoulder... as if he isn't aware of her eyes on him the instant that they are.
There's seriously something wrong with him... he's a dragon, god damn it. This isn't even his true form, he has no reason to feel shame over it, especially since he'd hardly feel shame over her gazing at his true draconic form. Thinking this, he manages to keep the shame away...
for however long that lasts.]...It's rude to stare, you know.
[ Said
as if he hasn't done the same to herwith his trademark smirk as he discards his shirt onto the floor, moving onto his pants next. It's not like he's built particularly large. He's hardly a physique to aspire to... aside from his lanky height, at least. Still, the more important part is what comes once his pants drop, and......there's nothing there. His lower body—and legs, for that matter—is entirely draconic and covered in scales, meaning that should her eyes drift between his legs, she'll find herself looking at what seems to be an utter lack of genitalia whatsoever.
He is technically reptilian in nature, after all. ]