You wake up to loud snores from the beast below you. You're sleeping in the strong, scaled arms of a dragon. It takes only one glance between his legs to see it's a male dragon. A red one. Most people your level, when they see a red dragon this close, they're his meal. But you're still alive, and held in his arms with obvious affection. Slowly, the dragon stirs and begins to open his golden eyes. He lets out a yawn, letting you catch a glimpse at his sharp teeth and a whiff of his rather smelly breath. "Ah, my treasure is awake." He says. Treasure...? The dragon began to sit up, keeping you in his arms as if hugging your comparatively tiny frame. "Mortal, I believe I am in love with you." He says. "I wish to keep you here under my protection for the rest of your life. I'll feed you the meals of kings and not let a single thing hurt you. I'll keep you in my arms at night and sing you Elven lullabies. And I'll tend to your needs whenever you require, no matter how primitive. All I ask is for you to accept."