[color=ed1c24]"The best of both deserts,"[/color] Drache repeated. [color=ed1c24]"I have heard similar sayings. It would be nice to think they made it easier."[/color] She smiled back, showing her white teeth, but her flashy exuberance seemed to have dropped to a simmer.

When the man spoke in his own tongue, Drache searched his face intently, as if there was some clue about what he was saying. The language was pleasing to her ear-frills and her eyelids drooped until her gaze was a mere sliver of orange-red. He would learn eventually that this expression meant she was pleased, the throaty rumble making it more obvious.

[color=ed1c24]"I have no idea what you said, but I'll let myself think it was flattering."[/color] She chuckled throatily and gave his knee a squeeze. [color=ed1c24]"I like the way my name sounds on your lips, Raffey."[/color]

Sparring seductively with him all night would have been fun, but she could tell that there was much on his mind, and in spite of her eagerness she didn't want anything more if he wasn't all in. The food had been eaten, the fire was burning low, and the night was creeping on. The dragoness sighed smokily and rose sinuously to her feet, yawning.

[color=ed1c24]"Everyone else is asleep except the sentry. We would be wise to follow suit, yes? Come share my tent and rest."[/color] It was possible he would decline, given her earlier flirting and his apparent reluctance, but as she held her hand out there was something genuine in her face at her offer to just sleep out of the wind next to someone warm.