Assallya didn't particularly relish the idea of the pseudo-dragon or faerie dragon or whatever it was perched upon her shoulder but she had to admit the little drake was being very careful not to extend his claws. That was a good sign. At the same time, she didn't really like the idea of serving anyone, not after being a slave to her Pasha for several decades. Then again, she wasn't likely to succeed at casting anything at the little creature. He'd feel the enchantment building in her, feel the arcane syllables resonating in her lungs through his claws before they were given voice. Further, she doubted when he huffed and puffed it would be fairie dust.

Moving slowly, letting the small dragon see her every movement, the blonde elf moved to scratch at the little blue dragon's white beard with one ebony painted fingernail. Hopefully he wouldn't grow too fond of her tresses. Dragons and their kin simply couldn't resist the allure of burnished gold and her hair had that luminescent quality.

"Sounds like a lot of work," Assallya answered him, "stealing is much easier."

It was an honest truth. After all, why lie to the little thing? She'd been caught peering through the keyhole after all. She would also normally add that murdering also was a fair bit easier but rather assumed the pseudo-dragon would not approve of her saying such a thing. 

"What sort of power are we talking about?"