[ Hold your dragons. Courting? He stares at the words, mind mildly blown at the notion of courting a legitimate dragon; that's simply (and physically, morally) impossible back home, and he assumed Calix wouldn't be interested in him that way. More than that, it didn't even chance to cross Aemond's mind that Calix might. How do dragons court each other, anyway? Vhagar never went in for that sort of thing, being a grandma.
Calix is comely as a human, admittedly. As a dragon, he's beautiful, as bronze as Vhagar might once have been before she turned green with old age. ]
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Calix is comely as a human, admittedly. As a dragon, he's beautiful, as bronze as Vhagar might once have been before she turned green with old age. ]
When might you mean it formally?
As an aside: the morning works for me.