drogon's lips twitch into a ghost of a smile of their own accord at the dashing smile she offers him, his ears cupping forth with interest as she offers him an alternative excuse to see her every morning. admittedly, he liked her's a hell of a lot better than he liked his own. "alright." drogon accepts without a moment's hesitation. "we'll stay in my den, though. it's more than spacious enough for the two of us." the crepuscular cave he calls his 'den' would feel a little bit more complete with her presence. "are you suggesting that we become exclusive?" he inquires. he doesn't mind because he wants that ...he just doesn't want to unintentionally rush her into anything that she may not be ready for. "or just move in together and see how it goes from there?" regardless, that alone made quite a statement. it insinuated that vela and drogon had become velgon; and there was a good chance that her dad might kill him but that was a risk that drogon was willing to take.

"we'll do whatever you want." drogon promises her. an ear twitches when she asks what she can do to condition herself to raise her stamina. "i could think of a few things," he rasps, the glint in his eye was wanton and drogon unintentionally ghosts towards her a few steps. "but if you mean things your father won't skin me alive for? running." drogon had a feeling that charon didn't overly approve of him as a viable spouse ( or anything, really ) for his daughter. under normal circumstance he wouldn't care but when he'd met vela she'd been a daddy's girl and drogon thought ( still thinks, perhaps ) that charon's approval would be important to her.

"well, yes," drogon responds to her question about being the only in his den but adds, "but i also meant exclusive like you and i together ...as boyfriend and girlfriend." he clarifies, glimpsing away from her for the briefest of moments. he's not shy and he is sure about her, about what he's starting to feel for her but drogon's no smooth talking casanova. he can be smooth, certainly, but he's just a delinquent teenager sailing into uncharted waters on a moonless night with nothing but the light of a lantern to guide his way. drogon shifts his weight ever so slightly and glimpses back to her where his gaze rests as he waits for her reaction to the clarification he's added to his initial question with a flutter of nerves in his stomach.

drogon smiles to himself as if he's got a secret as his innuendo goes over vela's head and offers her no clarification this time. maybe he stayed closed lipped to infuriate her but mostly he didn't feel like explaining to her what he meant. "i'll tell you later." he promises nonchalantly knowing that he wouldn't. the conversation then switches to charon, naturally, and though drogon doesn't necessarily want to speak about her father he's the one that brought him up and is nevertheless glad that vela's focuses now on a different aspect of their conversation as opposed to his missed innuendo. "don't —," drogon cringes slightly. "— don't ask him. i mean, he barely knows anything about me so he can't really like me." that was drogon's own fault. in his plight to keep himself out of trouble he'd avoided the alpha male as much as he could. he hasn't spent much time with amekaze either but he's talked to her one on one on an occasion, at least. "authority and i ...we don't ...get along," drogon takes a moment's pause to sigh and offer vela a sheepish grin. "and in trying to stay off of his radar i've spent a lot of time avoiding your dad." drogon's candid with her, not wanting to have secrets. "i'll change that. i want you. i want to be with you vela and i know that his opinion matters to you." drogon wanted to do it. for her. the scary part was drogon wasn't sure that there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her.

she licks the tip of his nose then and drogon lets the heavy truth of their conversation fade away as she decides on warrior training. "defense or offense?" he inquires.

"ok." he murmurs when vela responds that she'd want to be exclusive. soo ...that was it, then? drogon wonders. they were boyfriend and girlfriend? drogon's not good at talking about his feelings ( a trait he no doubt, inherited from his father ). "we're exclusive." he affirms, deep baritone of whisky steeped in smoke a soft rasp as he speaks the words.

vela tells him that her father isn't always authoritative and drogon offers her a soft twitch of his lips into a ghost of a smile. "not to you," the ansbjørn reminds her. "he's your father first and alpha second. he's just my alpha. i don't think i need to remind you that you're his daughter and i'm the boy that lo-—," he chokes on the word, realizing last second what's about to freely tumble from betwixt his lips without the filter between his brain and mouth he's never really bothered to use. "likes you." he doesn't want to scare her off by being too candid about his suspicions of what it means that he's so easily consumed by her (happily so!).

"it's your day to pick what we do, i'll gladly follow along with whatever you want to do." drogon assures her, gently guiding her into making a decision on how they spend their time together. honestly, as long as he's spending time with her he truly didn't care how it was spent.

the thought of telling charon that he and vela were exclusive and together was enough to make drogon cringe. he respected moonspear's alpha male and it was true that vela's parents should probably know that she had a boyfriend but the thought of letting them know didn't exactly fill him with excitement. it would be different if he knew that charon would approve but drogon is fairly certain that the freckled leader wouldn't approve and though drogon is very confrontational by nature he'd been doing his best to remain off of charon's radar. which wasn't necessarily good for him but at the very least it wasn't bad either. yet, vela's right. they should know. the worst that they could do was kick him out of the pack — and to drogon that seemed unnecessarily dramatic just because he was with their daughter. "he's your dad," drogon teases with a sly smirk tugging at the edges of his lips, letting his hesitance melt away. "i think it should be whenever you're ready to tell him."

their conversation shifts then, to him and her desire to know more about him. on principle, drogon's not very good at speaking about himself. he's narcissistic to many extents but he's always had a tendency to remain partially in the shadows. no one could really say that they knew much about him when he thinks about it. "i was born in a place called enok tundra." the truth was that it was a story he told so many times growing up that it had become his truth. teaghlaigh and roarke ...the actual truth was long since gone to him pushed out of his mind as he learned to cope with the trauma of what he endured as a young child. "i was always adventurous and one day i crossed the borders into a neighboring territory. i got lost, i was too young to have been near the borders by myself to begin with but —," drogon gives a lofty rise and fall of his shoulders. "— anyway, a stranger found me and promised to take me home but instead he led me here, to teekon wilds and abandoned me to die near blackfeather woods. a woman named nyx took me in and adopted me. i spent a few months in their ranks but ... i made an enemy out of some of the others boys and i didn't agree with their religion or their methods and one day i left and never looked back. i travelled for a while, sometimes on my own and sometimes with other wolves and the last time i was travelling alone i came across your sister hydra and she recruited me and here i am." in lieu of keeping a very long story short he glossed over a lot of details and stuck to the main points sparing her glimpses to see her reactions as he told her his story.