"Kallamos Artoria... Do dragons have names like that? It sounds almost human..." Strax murmured, the tension in the air thickening around them.
"That sounds interesting..." Strax chuckled lightly, stepping closer to the fallen woman on her knees. He decided it was time to break down the barriers between them, even if his intentions weren't entirely altruistic.
"Kallamos," he began, his voice softer than usual as he displayed a gentle smile, trying to be friendly with her.
Even with two true dragons by his side, who were intimidating him like two possessive wives... Well, they were... Especially Ouroboros.
"I don't know why we've met like this, especially knowing that you're dead. I'm not here to dominate you," he said, being honest with the dragoness.
He had no idea why he was there; it made no sense for him to be there. At least, that's what he thought.
