He pawed at the flower crowns still, by some miracle, in his hair, smashing the wildflower and purple iris circlet onto Cylvan’s head, looping it under his horns. “Beautiful,” he grinned, pressing hands to Cylvan’s cheeks enough to make the prince’s mouth pucker. “You’re so beautiful. Beautiful dragon princess. My king of the forest. I’m your Mayday queen, please, do with me as you wish. I danced a lot. I drank so much. And I touched so many crystal penises.”
