Fisher grinned like an absolute idiot as the beautiful lady landed delicately on his nose. Why, she barely weighed a thing-- frankly, if she wasn't so real he would have been convinced it was just a trick of the light. He stared at her, cross-eyed, despite how her sparkling was probably seen as an eyesore for most folk. He loved it. He was bathing in the attention and it set his tail in a violent wag behind him. It took every ounce of his strength to resist wiggling, lest he knock her off.

A doofy laugh escaped his jaws, and only a moment later did he catch the noise by shutting his mouth-- he had to hold still, balancing like that certainly couldn't be easy and he didn't want to throw her off like some sort of prick. His tail swished behind him as he listened intently, nearly jumping out of his fur as she fell on to the bridge of his nose-- but his statement melted back into hopeless lovebug smirking again.

"Oh, him? The dragon, right? What a bastard, really, he doesn't know how to treat a good slab of crystal--" Fisher felt the tug of the Spire from here, asking for his attention away from Nemean, but he found it so easy to resist with her so close, "--much less a gorgeous babe." He grinned again, slowly sliding down so he was laying down too, his ears twitching as he watched her, dizzily close to his eyes.

Frankly, the noodle hoped she would never leave. "Hopefully he got the message from me and my pals. If he ever comes 'round here again, well, I'll just zap him two times over just for you, sweetcheeks."

The fisher moved around quite a bit, but Nemean didn't seem to have any difficulty staying perched on his nose. In fact, she seemed to sit oddly still while he laughed and spoke. His charming words left her with a flirtatious smirk, waving her hand at him as if to say oh, you. It was true that Raheerah had no idea how to treat a good slab of crystal, nor a gorgeous babe, but that also depended on whether or not Raheerah really wanted to, and she was willing to bet that such things didn't really come up as being important to the dragon. She didn't even think he had a sexual preference beyond chaos.

"That's mighty brave of you." Nemean purred, running her free hand through the short fur on his muzzle now, trailing her delicate little fingers across the skin while shooting him a sly glance. "I like you, buttercup. Just what didja say your name was again?" Another coy smile and a wink.

@Fisher