Mithera was glad he loosened up his grip, and she climbed up so that she was balancing on his arm to some extent, not trying to get away. Once she was balanced she did her best at lying down, staring at the ground and waiting for the conversation to finish. She hoped Melina wouldn't say anything too stupid.

Melina rolled her eyes. "I'm doing it because I'm told to. And I've joined in a blood pact that disallows me from telling who exactly." Her hands dropped to her hips, one by her dagger, then other riding her shirt up a little, revealing her stomach. "I have places to be. Can you just let go of the dragon, I'll stop blackmailing Mayt, and we can both be on our way. Though, if it must come down to combat." She smirks gleefully. "I've been needing magical influx recently." A bloodthirsty look crosses her face for a moment, before she drops it. Her eyes challenge Jamie to fight her.