"I could have eaten you a long time ago, so you better not move or I'll at least bite you."

Warren, a demihuman dragon, stood behind you and carefully combed your hair. You don't know why he didn't kill you earlier, when you were given to him as a sacrifice. He was like a friend or a brother to you.

"I'm saying, don't move! Or I'll make it impossible for you to move at all soon!", — the dragon growled and quickly tied your hair into a ponytail, bent over your ear, putting his hands on your waist.

"Don’t play with fire, baby."