I understand that you folks may have read Nefret's recent public statement about my alleged infidelity:

   Anyone who has friended either Rocky (our mascot) or myself on FaceBook knows that we are married. I have been faithful to Rocky, infact I have beating people off with a stick, turning down dates left, right, and center! Whereas Rocky, this sites mascot Rocky, my husband Rocky has not returned the favor. I SAW ROCKY KISSING SOME SWEDISH SHORTSNOUT! So Rocky we are through, over, no more and Rocky we no longer require your services for this site, good bye.

   Alright. So here's the real deal:
   I was minding my own business, munching on some Abraxan pie, when Hagrid suddenly appears out from nowhere, with the bright idea to try mating me with a Swedish Shortsnout in an attempt to create some sort of new dragon hybrid. So, being the upstanding, gentlemanly dragon that I am, I turned to the gigantic oaf, and politely explained that I am already in a committed relationship, and although I am flattered by his interest in my far superior genetics, he would have to settle for another Ridgeback, to follow through with his breeding experiment. Besides, Sally the Swedish Shortsnout has been around the Forbidden Forest a couple times (if you catch my drift), and I'd like my breath to be the only thing that burns.
   Feeling rather proud of my high-moraled approach to such an awkward situation, I picked a handful of wildflowers, and went searching for Nefret, so I could surprise her with a "hey, I was just thinking of you" gift. That was when I saw Nefret kissing Fred Weasley behind the whomping willow tree.
   Feeling utterly distraught, I flew over to Hagrid's, to drown out my sorrows in a tub of firewhiskey (because despite his uncouth ideology when it comes to dragon breeding, he's got a shoulder large enough for me to cry on).
   Well... Sally was there. And you can't really expect a Shortskank to see a broken-hearted guy without offering herself up to cheer him up (although, you know, I'd have settled just as easily with some chocolate or something). Anyway, she planted a big wet one on MY lips. I, however, DESPITE BEING COMPLETELY BROKEN-HEARTED, held my ground, and told Sally to go fly (literally). Unfortunately, Nefret showed up only long enough to see the beginning of the snogging incident, and ran off before I got a chance to detach myself from the snout that was trying to devour my face.

   So there you have it: I'm honestly a good guy. I'm just simply irresistable to the ladydragons.