Ryder
She was starving and Waylon had kind of sat there and watched her eat, even after he'd had his fill, with a knowing smile on his face, “Worked up an appetite I see,” he’d stated, and he sounded pleased with himself.
“Well, someone didn’t offer me dinner or breakfast.” She commented right back, “Where's the dragon hospitality?”
“I was busy attending to other things,” he smiled. “I think I showed plenty of hospitality. I didn’t hear you complain about being in my lands. More than liked it, from what I can tell.” He chuckled softly. “You want to go back there? I could show you some more of my hospitality.”
She shook her head and went back to eating, and he chuckled softly at her response, then leaned over and touched the new scale, slid his fingers over it, one after the other, and
