He listened to her words on the shemlen, a term some elves used for humans, and he chuckled lightly. "And yet, humans persist, pushes other stronger races away. I think you give them too little credit, my dear. Look at everything they have created and accomplished over the centuries. I'll admit some has been stolen possibly from other races who thought of it first, but they discover it again, what is lost. Your own people don't usually bother my kind unless provoked, same with my race to yours, exceptions do exist of course, there always will with any race. Yet, humans have hunted my kind for many generations, to the point where the last female of my own kind that I have seen was… something around seven hundred years ago? Let alone other dragons my size in my full forty foot form, uh, the one I am in now is my hatched form, in case you're wondering, we're an odd breed." He chuckled and continued. "They hunt my race, not for our meat, at least I hope not, but for our horns, bones, scales, blood, hearts, livers even, and they have done very well, I have to sadly admit, at hunting. For the qualities you have given them, you have to admit, they can be a scary force when they work together, and, I think, therein is their weakness; getting along. More wars have been fought between humans and other humans than any other race, as far as I know. Elves fight for control of food supplies, water, territory, orcs fight because, well, they're orcs, but for the same reason as your own kind really, your lineages aren't too far apart. Yet humans, human will fight over nothing given half an excuse. Sometimes their religions, sometimes because of an insult made to one person, so they go to war, millions die, things settle down, until the next war. Can you think what would happen all of humanity suddenly woke up and got along? All of them, and they had the same goal? I can, and it scares me, I'll admit, and it's not just the mead talking, it's something I have thought about before." Hacesh went on long windily really, and what he said was true, despite the mead perhaps making his mouth go on a little more than perhaps it normally would.
The threat of the wolves came and he watched her reaction to it, but he roared and knew they would be safe. He then spoke of her bath, and watched her reaction. She flushed and and grinned as she spoke to him. She looked boldly at him while removing parts of her armour and unlaced her tunic, her soft skin and breasts were partially showing as she tilted her head and put on a coy smile. She was watching him watch her as she paused and he took another gulp of.. whatever it was he had opened this time, he hadn't looked and wasn't paying attention to the taste. He smiled to her. "Am I being too obvious?" He asked taking another gulp and opening another bottle. "If I may be so forward, Rhaenys, you are beautiful, and I can appreciate beauty, in all races. If I am making you uncomfortable I will look away until you are finished, but I don't wish to lose your company while we drink." He offered, as stated before, if she put a halt to anything he seemed to be hinting at, he'd stop, fully, for the rest of the night and beyond. He didn't hide that he liked to see people naked, the fact that he wasn't naked fully bothered him, he wanted rid of his loin cloth, but it was needed more often than not. He waited her reply, if she continued, great, if she wanted him to look away he would and hoped at the least she stay and talk.