"Oh, I think I could oblige a fellow Councilor" Cyprian told her, giving Rosalinde a little smile. "Especially if it's a matter regarding magic or a project involving..." he looked at Rosalinde directly in the eyes. He could be a bit slow when it came to romantic cues, but the Dracon wasn't totally clueless. 

"I see. Heh. There are some things even magic can't explain, I suppose. How a beast like me could interest a beauty like you is a mystery for the ages." He looked around, making sure no one was following them. He would have used a spell to detect scrying as well, but he decided against it. This opportunity would swiftly pass if he didn't take it, and it wasn't as if he was overflowing with prospective girlfriends or offers of marriage. 

"So to answer your question, yes. Let's talk about anything. Forget politics for now, whatever you want to say, feel free, I'm all ears." He loosened the toga he was wearing, letting his chest be fully exposed, although he kept the rest of his garments on. Cyprian was also wearing a loincloth underneath his toga, so it wasn't like he was wearing too little for this climate and in this country. 

"Let me just get a couple of points out of the way, in case you need to know; I am indeed single, I've got no children, I'm definitely not arranged to be wed to anyone, and I am very much open to dating outside of my species. And you'd never be expected to change your ways if we were to be in a relationship unless you want to change them. Oh, and since you might have heard that rich male Dracons back in my homeland have several wives, I promise you that won't be the case for me. Just one wife, nothing else. I know how my race does it, I just don't do that thing myself. And let me say that you're exactly the sort of female I'd hope to meet; intelligent, willful, easy on the eyes, and might I add, very graceful. Dracons males like that last one in a female. Agility. Not sure why we do, but it is pretty nice to see."