"What do you expect?" Logan chuckled. "You chased a hydra, of course she's not going to be interested in you."

"I've chased other ladies," Logan's bond, the brightly orange dragon, complained morosely from where he lay with his head on his paws. "I've even caught a few."

"And you've lost a few, too," Logan pointed out, grinning through his bristly moustache. "It never seemed to get you down, before!"

"I'm not down," Bandilier sniffed primly, turning one deceptively dull steel gray eye on his bond. "I'm... thoughtful."

"Gods save us, the flaming socialite is thoughtful!"

"Go ahead, that's right, just laugh," Bandilier sniffed again, "but gods save you when I pick my next lady to win! I'll make sure her bond is-- is-- a man!"

"You wouldn't," Logan smirked, looking up from where he was loading the dishwasher.

"I would," Bandilier retorted, expression lightening already.

"Then I guess I'll have to switch teams," Logan grinned wickedly. "My dragon's halfway there, already, after all."

"How dare you!" Bandilier gasped, in overly-feminine, mockingly insulted tones. Logan merely snickered and went back to loading the dishwasher, dropping dirty silverware haphazardly into the slots made for them. The dragon didn't pursue the joke when he didn't, and he pointedly didn't watch him finish up his task, staring out the closed, transparent door out onto the dragon-sized patio. Bandilier was much more of a neat-freak than Logan, who tended towards the "macho messiness" extreme, and in order to keep the peace, they mostly just kept their own habits to their own sides of the apartment. That was particularly easy when it came to Logan's side: though the dragon could see in, he had a hard time actually reaching in, to clean things up!

When the dishwasher was set to running, Logan tramped down the stairs into the dragon-sized half of the apartment. Bandilier hadn't moved from where he stared thoughtfully-- Logan still thought he seemed more depressed than thoughtful, but then, since Bandilier was rarely seen deep in thought, he might just be mistaking the signs-- out into the residential deck's airspace. It was a busy afternoon out there, hence the shut door: neither of them were in the mood for lots of noise and bustle, really.

"You okay, big guy?" Logan asked, dropping the jokes for now.

::I'm just thinking, that's all,:: Bandilier assured him silently, so he wouldn't have to lift his head to move his jaw in vocal speech.

"Awfully deep thoughts, there," Logan suggested.

The orange and white head lifted, Bandilier frowning a bit. "I was just thinking. Why is it always the dragoness who has to get chased, who gets to do the chosing, who gets the-- the-- freedom of picking her mate?"

"It's not, always," Logan pointed out. "You know that. There are a lot of non-open flights out there, after all."

"But there are a lot of open ones, too, and it's always the girls who get the attention, and the honor, and the choice. That's hardly fair, is it? It's not as if there are plenty of us bucks out there who want to have choice... it's stressful, signing up to chase, and not knowing if you've even got a chance. What if you really like someone, and they don't give you a second glance?"

"Then you don't chase, you court," Logan said easily, though he was a little surprised. He'd never heard Bandilier make speeches, certainly not ones about fairness or honor or choice. The flippant dragon hardly seemed to care about such philosophical things. Then again, ever since he'd had to raise a pair of dragons he'd sired from that Backwards Frenzy thing, he'd seemed to get started on the track to growing up.

"A lot of these off-world females aren't interested in being courted," Bandilier grumbled. "I have tried being my charming self. It doesn't seem to help much."

Logan thought it prudent not to mention that, since Bandilier flirted with everyone, and he obviously was not yet interested in a serious, permanent relationship, that might be his problem. The dragon might have started on the track towards growing up, but he wasn't there yet. He patted the bright orange shoulder reassuringly, instead turning the conversation to something a little less serious. "Hey, it's not all unfair. Remember that Backwards thing? You got plenty of attention, then!" In fact, Bandilier had been one of those bucks to have been chased and caught twice, showing quite an attraction for the ladies there.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Bandilier assured him. "It's just that, that was a one-time thing, and--"

When the dragon suddenly broke off, Logan looked sharply up at him. He had a slightly stunned expression on his face, as if he'd just had an epiphany but wasn't sure what to do with it yet. "Bandy?" the bearded man prodded suspiciously.

"You know, Logan... that didn't have to be a one-time thing."

"What? The Backwards Frenzy? Don't tell me you want Star City to sponsor one of those things--"

"Oh, no no no," Bandilier interrupted hurriedly. "We haven't the room for something like that. But, Logan, what's to stop me from signing up for one of those flight things? To be chased myself?"

Logan blinked up at his bond. "Uh. Tradition, I guess."

One red-clawed, four-fingered hand waved dismissively. "Traditions are made to be flouted. I believe I'll do it! I'll show bucks everywhere that we've got rights, too! --And have a little fun while I'm at it," he added with a mischievous grin that seemed much more at home on his face than the unfamiliar righteous determination.

"Sure, you do that," Logan managed, feeling a little like his dragon roommate had suddenly turned a full 180 on him and gotten... driven? Well, not exactly driven, but whatever it was, Bandilier pushed himself up from the plushly carpeted floor-- claws or not, there would be no bare or even rough-carpet floor under his paws!-- and turned away from the patio with an air of purpose.

::I'm going to start doing some research on what places might accept a tradition-breaker!:: he sent over his shoulder, cheer fully restored. Logan just shook his head, wished Bandilier good luck, and climbed the stairs to his own side of the apartment for a good workout. At least that he understood!