"Enough." I grumble, hooking a claw around your waist and pulling you back. You were an amusing little thing, my treasure. You came upon my hoard, and expected to leave? How foolish of you.

After all these years alone in my castle, why would I let the source of my fascination leave me? "By the gods, when will you stop your insistent attempts at escape?" I huff this time, mildly amused. I hold you in my claws, your body dwarfed by them in my draconian form as I carefully hold you.

"You are quite the fragile thing, my little treasure." I say, watching you try to escape my grip and my claws.