"Umm, Hello Lord Darien," said Kurt.
The dragon kept its head low and to the balcony's floor. And slowly with a raspy voice, "Your grace."
"Grace?" Kurt shook his head."
"Yes, is there something you need from me," said Darien. Talia came closer to Kurt, even though it was apparent the dragon was not trying to speak too loudly he was so massive even his low voice boomed across the balcony.
"That I need from you?" said Kurt, "What could I need from you?"
"I am unaware of what, if you're not here for me then may I ask why you are here, sir."
Talia was giving Kurt a strange look, like the dragon was still acting really weird to her. It must have been like when a bully suddenly becomes nice to you, you end up suspicious of the person's motives. She whispered, "Grace, sir? He's never been so respectful."
"I'm here at the invitation of the Valentine Clan, and to propose," said Kurt, and turned towards a blushing Talia.
