[Okay but what if he adopts Momo at some point. He seems to like single-syllable nicknames best, so she might well become just Mo. He grins, but the expression doesn't quite reach his eyes-- he'd argue the "tragic" part because he feels like he caused the whole problem, but yeah, there's some tragedy in the silly Hell lizard.] Yeah, I think I'm good. Hopeful as that sounds, one life-changing evolution is more than enough for this asshole.

[He'll keep Lust, then, no complaints there. Another chuckle, and his posture loosens from where it had coiled up a little at the whole evolution talk.] Obstacle races and tug of war and shit. Not strictly country, just done to a back beat of banjos. Four, kind of? One's my daughter and one's..., New, and possibly temporary, it's a whole thing. He's here, if you ever see a million-foot tall owl guy. That's my secretary in training.

[His posture pins back up again at the notion of seeing everyone leave, and his mouth quirks crooked. He almost makes a quip, inhales to say something, but stops, exhaling in a rush and hunching his shoulders.] That's the part I'd be most bothered by, I think.

[The swift topic change has him barking a short little laugh, and he grins.] Well gee, thanks. I've had pretty shit luck with dragons so it's good to have one on my side.

[Brother he is the dude of doodles, he draws all over shit. He'd have hired her in a fucking heartbeat.]