ark held the little dragon in his hand, cradling it in his arms like other would hold a baby. "we should create another dragon when we get back." [b]"YES! finally a step to world domination, with a beast like that we could wipe out lines of enemy with"[/b] "ok may not..."
he started scratching Meima's stomach, and the dragon dragon made some noises of pleasure. it spat up some acid, probably on accident, but no one could be sure, which simply rolled of arks arm, collected by his elbow and dripped on to the floor, melting a bit of the carpet. he sat down back at his table, waiting for the food, as the little angle asks if the girl reads any books.