His grin widened at the threat the floating skull posed. He had four of them so it wouldn't kill him, though he'd be very annoyed by the gaping hole in his side. "Bones fit better?" As the skull spoke of the 'prizes', the dragon snorted. "I have no interest in chases of physical gain." He leaned back, placing the foot he had wanted to use to shove coffin-boy away onto the seat in front of him. If the chase came to him though...well, he wouldn't turn them down. Golden orbs looked at the skull again, "Mates come and go, but favors and treasures stay." Though he was more interested in the treasure than favors. For now.

One thing his father had heavily advised the young dragon to do was gather favors, whether it was through blackmail or willingness. Dragons could use favors just as much as gold.


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