"Of course, I'm adorable." The little dragon pouted at the middle-aged man, who wryly smiled. Abraham stood beside Laplace and steadily pulled her away from the child, wanting to get some answers from the dragoness.
The two adults stood in front of one another while the little dragon idled nearby, holding into the stuff dragon toy between her fingers. Abraham gazed at Laplace's golden irises and asked. "So, Laplace... My Love, how is our daughter already looking like a two-year-old child?"
Laplace merely raised her eyebrows from his question and slowly presented herself as the answer. Abraham couldn't help but facepalmed, understanding that his question was a dumb one. He sighed to himself and continued speaking.
"Is this how it usually goes for dragons?" He questioned, earning the nod of the dragoness and her following explanation. "Dragon children are somewhat complicated, but in simpler terms, they are the combination of you and me."
