"Noble Giant Dragons do not need mates!"
"Noble Giant Dragons would never reproduce through primal procreation!"
"If my memory serves me right, Teacher, didn't you say something similar?"
The enormous skull buried under bony wings, the embarrassment of words not matching actions made the Giant Dragon gentleman a bit shy.
"It was indeed I who said that, but, Lyle! Look at her, look at her perfect body, her noble stance. She is a Giant Dragon, an inheritance from a past era. Do you feel her charm? Her charms have corrected my thoughts."
The fingertips of the Giant Dragon trapped Lyle's cheek, forcibly fixing his gaze on the body of the Twilight Dragon. His face flesh was squished out of shape, and Lyle could only pout, answering with a tone of resignation.