“I hope you don’t mind if I use your sink,” the dragon said, his Eoch only slightly accented. “Their blood is easy to track. Plus, I think this soap is plum. My favorite.” For all his terrible violence, the dragon moved past her without a hint of malice. Rather the opposite, in fact—he kept well away from her, and showed no signs of the insanity she might’ve expected from one who had just maimed two guards and drawn something with their blood.