"Oh that'd be awesome. Don't worry, I'll protect you, I'll even stand between you and certain death with that Troll," He then blinked, "Do you actually think he'd bring in a dragon? Oh, god, yes please. I want a dragon so bad. Let's go fight a dragon, want to?" Of course Dom was being remarkably serious and likely did want to fight a dragon head on.
Dom smiled and quickly drew up his phone and shook it in her direction, "Did you say camera? Always come prepared to document humiliation and embarrassment. Emotional scars aren't that scarring if they don't last forever on the internet, Trouble. You know this. You've been gone too long."
The male got a bit of the oil on his hand, and then sniffed it, licking it with a face, "God, this oil is gross. Huh, maybe we should put a vat of oil at the bottom for them to fall in so that they're all slipping over each other when they get out and when they head for the Main Hall. The glorious images of that. another tear jerker, and don't worry I won't cry..."
He frowned at her comment and thought about it, "Anyone will be welcome on my couch, some even my bed."
He eyed Trouble, "All of me for just you? Trouble, no one can handle all of me, I'm not a one woman kind of guy after all. You know this, but there are few girls I'd be willing to even joke about it with, you're one of the few."