[Even though he's not really sure how to handle the dragon's current bad mood, he does his best to keep calm, preparing a pot of tea and letting the cat outside for the moment]
[There is a loud rumbling sound as Tian lands outside Daitou's home, apparently irritated enough to make a grand entrance. Transforming, he then walks up to the door and knocks once.]
[There's a brief nod at the first statement. The tape had been rather annoying to peel off, too.]
It isn't. Humor me.
[The usual childish grin is gone, for the moment, and there's a slight edge to his words, because dealing with a grumpy, evasive dragon is not how he has wanted to spend the last few days.]
[Oh why do you say such things, Souji? Like the dragon isn't pissed enough already, now you throw the fact that you were lovers in his face? For all his benevolence and control, he is still a predator underneath.
Digging his claws into the table, he growls darkly as he leans over it to grab hold of the other man.]
Do not mock this. I have been lenient since a man cannot control what he dreams, but you are crossing the line.
I also do not choose what the Sphere chooses to share - would you have preferred it to be one of the many dreams of you, so this entire place can know of our relationship?
[He doesn't struggle - he knows Tian's strength is far greater than his, and he'd rather not go into work looking like his lover beats him. There's definitely a cold formality to his words that show his own anger, though]
A man such as yourself cannot claim to have had no lovers before me. But they are not here, and he is not here.
[He loosens his grip slightly and glares at Souji, baring his fangs again in a deep growl. His eyes looks like slits of blood and gold under the unruly bangs of his silver hair.
But under all that rage and posturing, there's still a hint of pain. He's more hurt than angry, but the great dragon king doesn't deal with such emotions well.]
[Someone is definitely feeling a little possessive there today. Souji finally pulls away after a moment, looking definitely flushed, but trying for a semblance of composure.]
The other matter I called you here about is... this.
[He pulls a vial of multicolored sand out of his kimono, note still attached, and puts it on the table between them.]
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