#I need. To play more Oryen. Figure out a new outfit

[commanderhorncleaver]

Lu glowers at Oryen as he lounges, almost entirely nude with the merciful exception of his loincloth, in front of her.

"What's your endgame? What is the point of all this? Fun? We both know your line about breeding 'perfect soldiers' is a bunch of bull."

She levels a claw at his nose, sparking with a brilliant cyan.

"And, follow-up, what exactly are you expecting to happen when you send these...strange guys to my airship, huh?"

"Sweet child of mine," Oryen meows, eyes crossing to look at Lucasta's sparking claw, "I recognize my own failings in your upbringing, but perhaps you could show a little appreciation?"

"Is it so hard to imagine that I'm concerned for my youngest's future? You only keep company with that rat, after all, and no matter how interesting his breed... you won't breed with him, will you?"

The question seems entirely genuine, and he languidly rolls over onto his belly. His hair fans out on the lounge as he peers at his daughter with one eye, and he betrays no trepidation. "I merely hope you'll like one of these suitors; you don't like your brother's human-raised boy, after all."

He affects an emotional sigh, and his long tail waves . "If nothing, you could at least consider it a thank-you gift for naming your strapping ship after me."