“She was worried what you might think about it. I said you would enjoy yourself.

She didn't seem to understand that."

“In our world we're not quite as relaxed about having sex in public as orcs are. It's considered shameful. I think she was worried I'd think she was going too far."

“Pfft, stupid humans," Algra grunted. "Do you think that?"

“Hey, ease up on calling us stupid. We don't Lock all our kids up in a mountain fortress to keep them safe, so we're a lot less free to play so openly in public, alright? Not to mention that it's often fucking freezing where we live, so public nudity isn't encouraged so much due to the Likelihood of extremities getting frozen solid."

“You don't keep all your cubs secure in one place where you can manage them and keep them under control?" Algra asked in uncharacteristic wide-eyed astonishment.

“But... but how do you manage all the pooping?"

Gregory just managed to clamp his hand over his mouth in time to avoid bursting out laughing in the middle of another orc alpha's proving ritual. It took him quite a while to rid himself of the giggles before he was able to reply.

“It just gets messy," he nodded with long-suffering wisdom, and just about managed a straight face. "Ok, well I'm not mad at Janette. Public orgasms are the least of my worries right now, and it was a lot of fun.

Not to mention that I'm all for countering any rumours that I'm impotent. So let's move on to the last question and ask what in the hell was going on with the Light show?"

Algra responded with a simple shrug. "I don't know."

“Shit on that!" Nullik hissed with renewed enthusiasm, receiving a decidedly violent frown from Algra for it. As usual, he didn't seem to notice and continued with a bright grin. "Dal Gahlla likes you!"

“Dal Gahlla was a dragon, right?" Gregory asked.

Nullik nodded with excitement.

“And it was the dragon that created the orcs?"

More nodding followed.

“And it's been dead for thousands of years?”

Even more nodding.

Apparently Nullik wasn't quite perceptive enough to grasp the question within the questions, so Gregory opted for a more blunt approach.

“How the fuck can a dragon like me if it's dead?"