"Wonderful. Let's be off." He rose to his feet, claws making a slight clatter against the smooth marble floors. Although the building had been made with humans in mind, he wished that they had thought to include heated floors to account for the fact that Dracons never used footwear. 

The walk to the beach nearby was quick, and he appreciated walking on the soft sand rather than the cold stony floors. But there was more on his mind than the environment. He certainly wanted to learn more about the charming mage he had spent much time with in the Council. But first, with almost zero effort, he conjured a fireball into his right hand and tossed it into the water, just to see what effect it might have. It was hardly the first time he had done such a thing, but Cyprian always enjoyed seeing the cloud of steam which rose from the water. 

"Finally got a chance to actually cast a spell today. I swear, they have us talking more than practicing magic at these gatherings. We're not politicians, after all." 

"Now, with all talk of salt and wine out of the way, perhaps we can discuss a few things, Rosa. The way we've been, eh, unless it's my mind playing tricks on me, it seems as if we've been making gestures based on the way we look towards each other, the way you walk, and the whole thing with your hair- which I assume to be a mammalian movement indicating interest- I just want to know if you're interested in a more, eh, personal conversation." 

Things were rarely as they appeared with mages. For all Cyprian knew, it could be that Rosalinde was merely teasing him, or that he was seeing something that wasn't there, or that she was just acting that way for any other reason than to attract him. "If there's something you want from me, you can tell me. I won't bite, I promise." He bared his teeth, showing off his rather sizeable, dragon-like fangs.