Ember: “Alright Spike, I know we might have drugged you, stripped you and dragged you to the Dragon Lands but we are attempting this ‘diplomacy’ thing with another dragon clan and we need your help. I maybe, accidentally, incited a clan war so in order for us to smooth things over, we need you to mate with the clan’s leader. Good luck!”
Smolder: “You got this Spike!”
Spike: “What the fu-”
Posting an old as piss render of mine for the event going on right now.