Seiryū blinked. Once. Twice. Like his brain was buffering.
"…What?"
"You heard me, Azure Daddy." Dravenna's voice stayed light, almost playful, but her eyes were dead fucking serious. "That one. The tiny dragon with the better jawline. When he's grown, he'll come crawling to me on his knees. And I'll make him my mate. Collar and all."
Silence hit like a guillotine.
Then Seiryū threw his head back and laughed — full-bodied, tears-in-the-eyes, that made birds scatter from nearby trees like they'd just remembered they had somewhere better to be.
A laughter that said he'd either just heard the funniest thing ever or the most terrifying.
"Dravenna—" he wheezed, clutching his ribs, "—he's THREE."
"And? I'm immortal in bitch years. I am patient. What's your point?"
"You turned me down! Spectacularly! With witnesses! Now you suddenly have the hots for my son."
