Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

He hums as a response, contemplating exactly what she speaks of. She snapped at him when they first met and he recoiled. Maybe he is getting soft. He thinks absentmindedly, silently hating himself for it. He wants to keep himself the way he’s always been, he wants to stay a cold calculated killer. Though he knows life isn’t always about killing, at least anymore. 

“Yes I see now that it is true.” He murmurs with that smirk of his. “I’m getting soft.” He comments more to himself than to his companion. 

He watches her climb off him and already longs for her to come back. Rolling himself to his feet he chases after her. “Since you ask so nicely...” he teases and smirks, coming to walk beside her. “I shall accompany you to the borders of your territory, cariña.”

Then he leans down, breath tickling the sensitive hairs of her ear and neck. “Maybe I didn’t want you to get off me back there.” He snickers near her ear, accent rich and voice deep.