She bristled as he offhandedly insulted her intelligence, but held her tongue. He<i>was</i>right in at least one regard--she was willfully ignorant of her draconian side. She didn't want to know anything about them, she didn't want to associate with them, she only wianted to be left alone, something that her "exotic" status often made difficult.<br/><br/><i>"I don't need your loyalty, just your obedience."</i><br/><br/>"Won't be getting much of<i>that,</i>either," she muttered under her breath.<br/><br/>She was shepherded into his room, her stormy visage fading for a moment as she paused to look about. Tents were the usual shelter of the nomadic human tribes, and even though a noble like Teryn might have had a particularly luxurious one, it still paled in comparison to this. Light streamed in through the high-arching windows, filling the room with a comfortable, natural ambiance. The room had the air of something well-lived-in, with an organized chaos to the bookshelves and desk. Funny, all the rumors said that dragons slept on piles of gold, but the bed in the corner seemed a good deal softer than that. Maybe such a thing had gone out of style in the centuries past.<br/><br/>She was interrupted as he spoke, and glanced back to him. Perturbation furrowed her brow as he explained she'd be sleeping in here as well. There was only one bed, as far as she could tell. Maybe he expected her to sleep on the floor, like a dog? Seeing as how he seemed to think of her as a pet, or other possession, it wouldn't have surprised her that much.<br/><br/>He decided that a bath was in order next, to wash off the traveling dust from her. To her, that meant a bucket of cold water, a cloth, and a hunk of stinging soap, often without any shield for dignity (unless you had a friend or two willing to stand with their backs to you while you washed up). She expected about the same level of "luxury" here, at least for a slave. "All right. Where?"