[Regifortis]

Tobias chose to respond in the way that felt best. He pulled up some of the soap-and-hair free water to wash his face. And then he pull his King back in, with just a few fingers gently urging him, to have them kiss more earnestly. Caressing tongues with a dragon, snout and all, was a bizarre experience that he came to treasure. It almost felt like he were a warrior that tamed a mighty king of beasts, only to spend time with him instead of the usual fate of conquered animals. But the possessive way his King kissed him very strongly implied that it was, in fact, the other way around.

That would make Tobias a king, though. He supposed he was. He and his mate certainly were rich enough to be kings of just about anywhere. They could buy the world. But it felt far more ideal to just spend time together and reclaim the faith of humanity in how dragons could protect them and love them, if only given the chance. But that was a bit far away for now. And if Tobias were a king, then he was certainly big enough to look like one. Except he was fat with whelps and eggs rather than gluttony. And he indulged a greed for love rather than greed for its own sake.