True to her word, the summer night was warm with stars twinkling above and fireflies drifting lazily among the trees in the distant woods. The half-dragon's eyes were mischievous always, especially as she watched Genrit watching her, spiral horns tilted slightly as if to ask if he liked what he saw, already knowing that he probably didn't.

In spite of that suspicion, she wasn't phased. Grumpy dragons were part of life and she tried to not let it get under her scales.

[color=ed1c24]"Ohhh,"[/color] Drache smiled slowly, slyly. [color=ed1c24]"I wasn't planning to [i]ask[/i] at all. I fully intended to make off with it all for myself, of course. Digging up forgotten goodies is what I do."[/color] Shameless, she gave him a salacious wink, implying both that Genrit had been quite forgotten by the world around him while he was frozen in ice, and that she considered him a 'goody', for whatever that might be worth. [color=ed1c24]"Gold buys me meals and I get to keep the more interesting things I find."[/color]

Stretching a little, Drachiathoryx stood up and moved closer to the white drake, reaching over to pry one of the few chunks of ice from between his scales before walking around him, her palm sliding across his scales, just to see if he would let her get away with it. She could already feel the heat radiating from his skin, as it did her own, though much more intensely. 

Hopping over his tail and coming around to stand at the other shoulder, she continued. [color=ed1c24]"In this case I thought only to free your corpse and allow it to rot like it's supposed to. Unfortunately, you had to spoil things by being alive. I brought it up here both so that I could carry it off if you flew away, and also to have something other than my lovely tail to feed you if you got a hungry look in your eye. It occurs to me that I should expect at least a share of the gold...but I have a better idea."[/color]

She moved out in front of him so that he didn't have to arch his neck to look down at her, though she was well within reach of his teeth, which was perhaps why her wings were partly unfurled if she needed to flee rapidly. Her forked tongue slid around her lips as she considered him.

[color=ed1c24]"Keep your gold. You can even have the sack I put it in. But in exchange for freeing you I want one thing. You'll owe me a favour in the future. Anything I might think of."[/color]