Well...

"Yes and no..." the puddle says haltingly, splitting in two and slowly reforming into her usual body. One Selas collects under your feet and starts massaging them while the other appears behind you and works your shoulders. "I definitely owe one of them a favor, and I might let the others have some fun with you, just because it would be hot for me to watch."

You flinch at the word "hot", considering one of her friends had fire for hair. Selas has an odd, almost nervous or unsure expression on her face, and her hands, all four of them, feel a little uncoordinated. "Alright... I'm sensing that you're conflicted about something. Is it related to the 'no' part of your answer?"

"Yeah..." she murmurs, looking up at you. "There's one House that I really want in my pocket, but she's kind of... dangerous." You raise your eyebrow at her and ask who this person is. She lets go of your feet, but the one at your shoulders doesn't stop. "... 'Silence' Shree Gurdrack... A dragon princess..."

You close your eyes and press your hands together. You also sense that Selas is about to speak, so you hold your hand up to stop her. Exhaling slowly, you open your mouth to talk, but close it again, unable to find the right words. You go through this a couple more times until you finally manage to say. "You... want me... to bang... and impregnate... a dragon?"

Opening your eyes, you see a very awkward smile on Selas' face. "She's only half-dragon. The other half's more... humanoid. Like me."

"Oh well that's alright then, isn't it?!" you exclaim, jumping out of your chair. "'She's only half-dragon.' Well that fixes everything! Let's just march down there and fuck a massive fire-breathing reptile and hope that she's a vegetarian!"

"She... she breathes lightning actually," Selas corrects you, before shrinking back and letting you go off on your tirade.

It lasts for about half an hour, with you going on and on about her, her friends, her mother and the Milk Jelly. The Selas' take it all in stride, taking a fair amount of responsibility about your current situation. Your rant over, you plop into your chair, still huffing and puffing in rage. Merging into one, Selas kneels behind you and puts her head on your shoulder, her wings coming to envelope you both. She doesn't say anything, but just holds you.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine. Fine. We'll deal with that when we get there. When is your caretaker getting here?"

"Bout a week?"

"And are we going to have to... cover her transport fee?" Small sensations of pain come from your side when you feel Selas' nails start growing into you. You turn your eyes to her and say, "Didn't you say that they would need to take some of my life to recharge after coming here?"

Selas growls in annoyance, before sighing and retracting her nails. "Yeah. I suppose we should." She winces and shivers. "You and my Nanny Mara. Ew... That's going to be so weird. And gross."

You don't disagree, but you are strangely glad that she cleared that up. It would have been a lot weirder if Nanny Mara was actually her grandmother. "If that's the case, I'm going to need to... charge up before she gets here. Where's my phone?"