His tail jerked to strike her again but he sat still, "Very much so."
"H-High Priestess, do not anger him...!" One of the Oracles pleaded, not wanting Derek upset.
He hummed at the vagueness and laid a little stiffly on his lounge. For one who relished in using all his subjects, he was rather protective and jealous.
She laughed softly. "My lord it is tradition to engage in the fullness of the festival, I meant that I could accomodate your wishes in regards to mating~"
"It is quite alright my lord~" she said. "Would you want to engage with the festival~? Or would you simply wish to be bathed in oils and worshipped by your high priestess ~?"
He blinked, "What is it, then?" He asked softly, "I haven't any real clue how you and your people do things here...besides all the parties I'm allowed to have.."