She liked to think he believed it, the words he said, and so she did. Even when he removed her hands that didn't dampen her enthusiasm or warmth any. Instead she just allowed herself to pull back, just a little so she wasn't crushing her chest into his anymore and taking a moment to think. Though some small part of her knew the answer even before she spoke.

"I wanted to see humans..." She admitted, sheepish but pleased. "My father has never much liked you, but my mother..." A pause as she giggled, "She has spent more time amongst humans than dragons, perhaps. She told us such great stories and tales, of brave humans, or charming ones, or ones who made very good food! So once I was old enough I asked to go travel, I wanted to find a purpose outside of my home." A soft little sigh.

"My mother found my father amongst the humans, perhaps I will do the same-- if not, I will have good stories to tell my children some day."