"I'm sorry your feast was not more enjoyable, but I suppose impressing to Wojoth made it all the more bearable. I don't think I've said before, but he is a fine beast."
It was still such a clear memory in his mind, but really, how could it not be? The day he'd Impressed his dragon might have been a bit of a rush, and one involving a surprise and injury, but you never forgot something so momentous as that. He thought fondly of Wojoth in those first few moments, so strongly that that bronze picked up on the thoughts and crooned as he looked in on them, sharing the moments with his rider. After it had passed, he shook his head and took a sip of his drink before he started to tear up on Cles, not wanting to do so in the middle of the hatching feast.
He offered his friend a smile and reached out to give his wrist a squeeze, prompted to do so by said beast who was beaming with all the pride that he could muster. "You're going to give him an ego at this rate, and I don't think I could bear the thought of dealing with a creature that size and temperament having one of those." He winked, though softened quickly, and nodded, obviously pleased by what had been said about his dragon. "Thank you, though, by saying so about him. If I haven't said enough about Ylpeysth, she's a fine, beautiful, amazing girl."
"Would you mind if we move some place a bit less crowded. I fear my outfit is not going to make it through this feast if we remain here."
Duke was torn in four: go after the man to make him apologize, resist helping Cles dry off, offer to take him someplace more private so the stain would never show, do as he sincerely wished. In the end, no matter his desires and wants, the bronzerider complied and placed a hand under Cles' elbow to help lead him away from the main throng of the crowd. "We can go to some of the tables on the side. I'll get us more drinks and some food if you'd like?" He snagged a couple of cloth napkins from a nearby table as they made their way over, just in case the greenrider ended up needing them for the mess on his pants.