Once, the ruler of southern dragons wished to take me as his wife. But I refused. My heart belongs to bestiology, and without hands I can’t catch the unclean.
Nevertheless, this ruler is as cunning as a hundred winged creatures, and it seems he still intends to marry me. So I’ve got a dragon lying around doing nothing. Maybe someone needs him? Take him as a husband—just don’t complain later and don’t try to get him back!