Lexi (Pink Jellyfish)

“Don't just stand there; comfort your wife!" Commanded by his entourage, the sleeves of his suit gripped by litle human ladies, he was presented to me.
Caleb's reaction? Well, what would you expect of the fearless general?
Yes, that's right, he pointed a finger at me in alarm.
"Stop that!" he demanded. Boy, did that get a result. His little fandom glared in unison until his pointed finger turned to a gentle palm on my head. "Please," he murmured.”
― E.V. Drake, Elves of Fate: Denial

“Dragon..." Caleb snorted angrily. Lifting from the ground, he silently hovered. Why did he have to be so cool?
"Can't you say anything else?" I bitched. "Not even a single apology for missing dinner!" Yes, I was pushing my luck. It's what I do.
"Do it now!" He lunged, snarling in my face. His teeth were bigger than my thigh! "Or I fuck you like this!" Oh, hello—I mean, crap.
Nudging me with his snout, Caleb pushed covered. Why did he have to be so cool?
"Can't you say anything else?" I bitched. "Not even a single apology for missing dinner!" Yes, I was pushing my luck. It's what I do.
"Do it now!" He lunged, snarling in my face. His teeth were bigger than my thigh! "Or I fuck you like this!" Oh, hello—I mean, crap.”
― E.V. Drake, Elves of Fate: Denial

“Is there anything you want to eat?"
"Yes, I-" He began, and I turned on him angrily.
"If you say my dad, I swear I will cause a scene that makes him look came!"
"I was actually about to say I would like to eat the steak and bread concoction you previously made.”
― E.V. Drake, Elves of Fate: Denial

“Fate, I have a question," Max began.
"Err, it's a bit awkward right now, but okay?" I squirmed beneath Verga, my face still shoved against the dirt.
"What are you?" Max asked me this while holding Verga in his stare, ensuring the blue dragon didn't move.
"I'm...a dragon?" I didn't see the point of this, and Max sighing with impatience was new to me.
"Urgh, no. You're an idiot." Max huffed. "What are dragons famed for?"
"I dunno. Being cryptic old bastards?!" I roared angrily, sick of this shit.
"Lady Fate, what is your greatest weapon?" Max frowned.
"My extensive fucking vocabulary and razor-sharp wit!" I wanted to cry. This was stupid.
"Oh, for fuck’s sake, kid." Max roared. "BURN THE FUCKER!”
― E.V. Drake, Elves of Fate: Denial