"What are you doing now?"


    "Looking for skid marks."


    "Skid marks?"


    "Yeah, from that bus you threw me under."


    “It was one time!”


    “You left me to be roasted. What? Thought I was going to flirt with the beast?”


    “Nah, I knew you could handle it.”If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    “The look you have on your face tells me otherwise.”


    “Alright, alright. I got scared and ran. Is that what you want to hear?”


    “Nope.”


    “Then what do you want me to do?”


    “Next time we run into a dragon, you get to be its supper.”


    “Oh, no no no, that’s suicide.”


    “Aye.”


    “No, absolutely not.”


    “Hello… human. Come closer.”


    “How? how does he manage to do this?”


    “Yes, that’s it. Closer.”


    “I’m not your supper. I promise, I don’t even taste good. Too much iron in the blood, you wouldn’t understand.”


    “I can smell your blood… Oh, how delightful will your crispy skin be!”


    “Aaaaah!”