So much to do, so much to do...
After a fair deal of thought, Jamilla decided it would be best to secure a new mate first. After all, with a slave to watch, a herd to manage, and a legion of armored knights to contend with, it would be nice having an extra set of eyes... plus he really was getting horny. His impressively bulky form didn't quite have the flexibility to manage his own needs, in that regard.
Who though was worthy of becoming his mate? He thought a moment before it hit him. The one who'd first introduced him to stories about dragons! Mr. Ferguson at the used book store! Granted, he was happily married, and a man, but those were minor details! Being a dragon was better than anything, and besides, he was an old man! Much better to be young... and hot, and sexy, and oh so needy...
Jamilla really needed to get this over with so he could think straight again! He grabbed the Chronivac and flew across town to the bookstore, landing with a heavy thud that kicked up loose dirt and gravel in the parking lot. He tried focusing on the Chronivac but... that's right. It needed to be plugged in to function. Pushing a mighty claw through the front door, he held it out to the trembling old man inside, loudly demanding, "Plug this in!" in a fierce commanding tone.