Chris was absolutely shocked when she confronted him so openly, but it was indeed her...the dragon...the woman that had saved his life so many years ago.  She had the same shoulder length auburn hair he remembered her having from that fateful night, but her eyes...it was her eyes that said it all to him.  Her eyes were a heterochromia...a hue of colors he had only seen one time before...just once.  He could never ever forget those eyes...not from the dragon...not from her...not ever.  They were so alive and vibrant, and they were truly unique.  The woman before him was not overly tall...an impression he had of her he realized had come from him being a small boy.  Oh, and the fact that he had seen her in her dragon form before that.  These two factors had made it to where Chris had always seen her as much taller.  In reality...at least in the immediate moment...he was several inches taller than her.  Chris, however, had no illusions once so ever.  She wore only simple clothing...no doubt to blend in all the better...jeans and a t-shirt, but it did nothing to hide her beauty.<br/><br/>He felt perfectly enchanted...his heart that had been racing was now throbbing softly within his chest.  Time...he knew he had to react and swiftly, or she might very well decide he was a threat.  He could see her appraising him...gauging his reason for following her...attempting to remember if they had met before.  If he did not react soon...he was dead...it was as simple as that.<br/><br/>Thus, he bowed low before her...though he had been tempted to simply kneel before her, and then met her gaze steadily for the first time.  Using the exact same gesture she had on the night she had saved him; Chris put a single finger to his lips implying silence and secrecy.  Only then, after precious more seconds past, did he begin to speak to her...the dream now becoming a reality.<br/><br/>"My name is Christopher Windsor.  I was only five years old when last we met in a blazing inferno that had incinerated someone quite dangerous...a vampire I suspect.  You swore me to secrecy then...changing from your divine form to the one you wear now," Chris whispered.  Even in an alley, he did not outright say that he knew she was a dragon.  There was no telling who might be nearby, and the last thing he would ever do was put her in danger.  He continued just as quietly...his emerald eyes never leaving her own heterochromia ones.  "Since that day, I have sought you, and I have never forgotten you.  I never got to say thank you for saving my life, My Lady."<br/><br/>He thought briefly about simply bowing before her again, and then walking away.  After all, dragons loved a good mystery...or so the legends went, and what better way to entice her into staying in contact than to simply intrigue her further.  Yet, he decided swiftly against it.  This moment had not come just so he could walk away, and the truth was...he had no desire to leave her presence.  Never in any other woman's presence had he ever felt so enchanted as he did standing before her.<br/><br/>The moment had come at long last.  He almost couldn't believe his luck.  Twenty-five years...it had been twenty-five years since that night, and here she was...no different than the night he had first seen her...though his perception was now that of an adult...not a child.  Even so, his eyes showed just how beautiful he thought she was.<br/><br/>And, without even thinking about it...as if it were the most natural thing to do in the whole world...he asked her the question of his heart, "How does one court a lady of ancient fire and divine wonder?" Chris whispered to her...his voice as warm as his gaze into her eyes...as warm as the fire burning within her dragon heart.