[Ithaqua has absolutely succumbed to a baser instinct, even if he applies some thought to it first. Ah, the duality of a sentient beast.]

Hehehe! [He wraps his fingers around Urianger's ring finger, imagining a yellow stone on it, a piece unmistakably proof of where his heart, body and soul lie.] You can no longer take that statement back, when you appreciate the fact that I wish to hoard you the way a dragon would treasure.

[He already has, he thinks. They'll simply be making it legal. Or something.]