[It's all a question of what's allowed, what's tolerated, what's brushed off or openly challenged. Mort's humouring him, not visibly displeased, so Aster's considering it a win. Just-- blatantly rubbing and nuzzling against his hand, face lit up with a giddy little smile as if that previous pout had never existed.

There are different kinds of honour, as far as he's concerned. And even though he's still skirting that line between abandoning all dignity and being obviously calculating...Well. Getting results out of such targets as this is its own kind of pride, isn't it?]

The really scary bit is because I don't know what being disciplined is like~ I only ever give it out...Even if I think you'd be way nicer than I am, it's still scary ♡

So please keep praising me when I do well, Teacher. [That beaming smile sharpens a touch, eyes flitting over Mort, before Aster swings his foot back down from its perch and stands.] And...Maybe just scold me a little if I'm bad, 'kay? I'll still learn, since I'm such a good little vampire~ [Time to go for the figurative throat.

Mort's lap? Under attack from foreign invaders. Aster is attempting to claim it as his throne ever so casually, since being bold seems to be a point of intrigue for this particular dragon.]