I think I may have stared at him for five minutes straight in pure silence, through all this time he kept that creepy wicked grin on. That's probably the same grin I've seen dance on his lips as a cat since we met, but seeing it now, on his real form, it's no short of frightening.
"Are you finally realizing how powerful I am now?" He purred.
"Change 'powerful' for 'wicked'. It'll be it."
"Wickedly powerful sounds better."
Suits him most, "What do you mean?"
He blinked, "I mean that I am both powerful,"
Ugh, "I got that, Chaos. I'm talking about you calling me a bloody dragon magnet. What do you mean? What is that supposed to mean for me? How is that even a thing?"
"You're my human mate."
"Yes, and?" I snapped, even more confused.
"Dragon eggs were made by mother and sent to earth during the Erebus Advents, that's... somewhat connected to me."
"Somewhat?" I narrowed my eyes.
