[He smirks, and is off in a moment, zipping behind her. He is not slow, at all -- there's no lazy drift needed now, and the fluttering of his cloak is like the ill-fated bat-wings that got him shot a few nights ago.]
[He also brings up his protection charms; dragons in fantasy stories are wily, this one would be no exception... would it?]
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[He also brings up his protection charms; dragons in fantasy stories are wily, this one would be no exception... would it?]