Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

Like a dragon, she concluded, It breathes fire and smoke, but sometimes sleeps. Myths about the winged-lizards had always been her favorite, despite her gradual loss of interest. Ying wondered if she might tell her own children the tales of home. 

She stood and walked back to Xiaochou, straddling his hindquarters as a child might their father. You spend time on the coast, Ying purred, You see other women? She wanted to know if any of her family had crossed his path; gathering intel was vital to maintaining discretion.