[Though Diana has never actually seen a dragon before, they aren't something she would categorize as "cute" either. Most of the stories she'd heard as a child or read once she left the island spoke of sly, greedy creatures who seemed to be prone to kidnapping princesses for some reasons. Perhaps she should consider herself lucky that this one isn't bigger. She really isn't in the mood for wrestling with a beast of yore today. Her amusement hasn't quite faded, and she chuckles at his quip.]

I think the only thing you might offend here are the cats. But cats seem to be offended by almost anything.

[Gods, these plump little things are far too adorable. If they weren't clearly harmless, she might be suspicious. But over the past year or so, she's honed her "sex city" instincts for detecting trouble, and is fairly certain that at this moment, they're safe.]

A few months. [Said casually, as if this is an everyday sort of thing for her. Which, by this point, it basically is. The dragon on her shoulder burbles, and puffs out a ruby flame; she doesn't seemed concerned at all about catching fire. Instead, she just reaches up and pokes its snout to get it to stop.] The community was completely abandoned when the first of us arrived. Much of our time since has been spent making it habitable.