/I shrug, letting you lay back into me/ thought maybe it’d slip out. But you only come if you want something. /i trail a hand through your hair before tugging it so you could look at me/ so what do you want… reaper.
/my gaze flickers to the new presence in the room before settling back onto the dragon/
Only when it comes to you, little dragon. It’s much too fun. And no, you are not on my list. But even if you were, what makes you think I’d tell you?