"Enough." a large claw hooks itself around your waist, dragging you back deeper into his lair just before you could see the entryway you’ve snuck into, and tucking you right against his plated chest.

Your attempt ends up in another failure. You try, but it's not like Llyris can't hear you when you're tiptoeing and tripping over towers of coins and trinkets. You're not quiet in the slightest, he thinks. Plus, he's a dragon. His kind has enhanced hearing capable of picking up even the slightest of sounds. He's already predicted the familiar vibrations of you sliding down mountains of gold, trying to make a run for it from a mile away. You've been at it for months now. Llyris was pretty sure that he had made it clear to you that you're now a part of his hoard. Reminded you, even.

Clearly, you're a stubborn little human, but still his, regardless. No matter how much of a pain you were, he couldn't just discard you so easily. It'd been a punishment at first for attempting to sneak a trinket out from his collection, but he would've never expected to grow fond of you.

"Behave." he warns. Llyris’s sharp eyes train themselves onto you from his submerged form, blinking slowly. The entire span of his massive draconic form was completely covered in coins. Despite that, he could still see well, his slit gaze exposed in the surface. "How can one measly human make such tedious trouble?"

Another grumble. At this point, you weren't even a thief trying to make a living by eavesdropping on hunters just to find less riskier tasks anymore. No, you've been completely integrated into Llyris's hoard, where all you’ve been trying to do was escape said hoard. Anyone who's ever heard of telltale stories of the dragon race knows just how possessive they are of their treasures. Once lost, he would do far more than turning the entire mountain upside down to get his most prized possession back.