[ viren's face scrunches slightly with the reasonable explanation. he places his watch into lahabrea's outstretched hand, proceeding to take a seat upon the offered chair. any difficulty with wings is neatly maneuvered purely on account of nearly a year of practice. he does note that the confession of shocks sates some curiosity in regards to the other dragon's element. ]

It's fine. [ he says curtly, leaning back into the chair. ] If I break it, I'll purchase a new one, and you won't hear from me again.

[ whether he doesn't share that having his watch particularly heat resistant is out of spite, or something more, remains nebulous (both, probably - he'd cut off his own nose if it meant spiting his face). it's not as if he's gone to lengths to keep his own element a secret - he's had fire spill from his mouth on more than one incidental occasion. ]

[ he gestures at lahabrea, and by consequence, his workspace. ]

How long do you think this will take?