Leon was only nervous for a few minutes and quickly regained his composure.
He was now a Red Dragon, even a ruler of a nation, not the pitiable corporate drone from before his transmigration. He was unceremonious even towards his mother, and wouldn't hesitate to knock sense into Anglistra if she dared to be insolent. Each time, one swipe of his paw would clear things up...though, to be honest, it still concerned him somewhat.
Speaking of which, Tassera was beautiful, with a great personality—a remarkable trait for a dragon—having been by his side since his youth for decades. As a mage, she had provided him with much assistance and never caused any trouble. Respect had to be granted even if it was just for her sake, regardless of any mischief her parents might stir up. A little patience would ensure peace.
With that in mind, Leon asked, "Should I prepare some gifts?"
"Why prepare gifts?" Tassera asked in confusion.
