[Look, if it's a competition of who can look the least impressed, Dylas is going to try his damnedest to win. He huffs, maintaining that look until he realizes Lance is changing his clothes. And then he looks away like he's watching something much more indecent, refusing to look. Maybe it's because he was raised by a dragon, or maybe it's because he has crippling intimacy issues, but either way he's not watching someone strip.
Once that show is over, he finds a nice place to sit and goes to town on...doing absolutely nothing. He's not watching for Lance. He places the egg between his legs where he sits cross-legged no far from the shore, only he's maneuvered his tail into his lap and around the egg. It's like a periwinkle scarf. He is nicer to this egg than he will ever be to Lance, honestly, as he makes himself comfortable and waits...talking to the egg a little as he does so.]
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Once that show is over, he finds a nice place to sit and goes to town on...doing absolutely nothing. He's not watching for Lance. He places the egg between his legs where he sits cross-legged no far from the shore, only he's maneuvered his tail into his lap and around the egg. It's like a periwinkle scarf. He is nicer to this egg than he will ever be to Lance, honestly, as he makes himself comfortable and waits...talking to the egg a little as he does so.]