Now, he may have spat that he hated being called a kitten, which he did... in public, around other people. In the safety of the bedroom, when just Ally purred to him, he was perfectly fine with it. This was what he'd hoped for when he came back to see Ally. He knew he'd be gorgeous, that much was obvious, but he also hoped he'd kept some of that fighting spirit in him; that passion that made him want to achieve dominance over the other Prince. Why? Because it was incredibly arousing, that's why.
"Oh, Mother said I had to choose a hobby to pursue when I was 14. I didn't like pottery, I failed abysmally at poetry, so I took up exercise. It was awful at first, but I grew to enjoy it once Mother said I was toughening up," he smiled, his own hands reaching to rest on the other's shoulders. "And hush, you're perfectly fine as you are. Don't you think I need the muscles to try and deal with you? You're a dragon. You're naturally stronger than I'll ever be-- but you could do with beefing up, I suppose. I could help-- but the idea of seeing you working out is probably too tempting for me. I can't guarantee you'd get any work done. I'd just want to scoop you up and ravish you~"