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He did not like the taste of his own medicine. It was clear on his face—a little bewilderment, a thundercloud of anger and alarm—he was surprised mostly then angry secondly because it had been good and now he somehow felt like the dumbass. But Balthazar would never take something like that. He was too good-looking.

Cocking his head back at her, his expression had hardened into a sneer, a non-threatening show of his canines. All laughter on the subject (on his end) had stopped. "What's so great about watching for a mythical creature?" he asked rhetorically, because he obviously knew (or assumed) that that was not what they were doing.

"So what then, do you and your merry little band of Dragonswatters, stand for? Miss Metaphor," he added snidely, righting his head again, eyes glowering poignantly.