<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Cassandra</span></span><br/><br/>Cassie pretended not to notice that the little dragon was pointedly ignoring her while he sulked quietly by the half eaten banana. He was a little like a toddler with how impatient he was and she figured the best thing to do was avoid giving him attention when he was misbehaving. He seemed to think quite highly of himself which was amusing but also fairly justified. She couldn't say she'd ever come across another dragon, after all. She supposed it was only natural that he was a little arrogant. Besides, for all his bravado, he was very sweet and she hoped he wouldn't be cross with her for much longer.<br/><br/>Before Cassie could finish unpacking the groceries, he dove back into the bag and looked up at her curiously. She lifted a hand slowly and carefully again, afraid of getting another whip of his tail, before gently stroking his head. Once she was satisfied that he wasn't going to attack her, she started petting him again, scratching under his chin because he seemed to like that.<br/><br/>"Aren't you handsome?" she cooed, loving how soft he felt beneath her fingers and how sweet and docile he could be. "Don't you want a proper bed? That can hardly be comfortable." Cassie stopped stroking him for a minute and left the room to get some fluffy towels out of the press in the bathroom. She moved to the couch and started to make up a little circular bed for him, trying to make the sides higher than the middle so he could curl up in it.<br/><br/>"What about this?" she called to the dragon, patting a hand in the centre of the towels to encourage him to get inside. "Much more comfy, I think." It also meant she would have access to her groceries. She really wanted to wash up and get changed but she was nervous about leaving him on his own. She didn't know if he really could breathe fire and she didn't want something to happen while she wasn't watching him.<br/><br/>"Are you going to stay here and behave while I have a shower?" she asked, wondering if he truly understood what she was saying or if she was just being optimistic. Maybe he was simply picking up on her tone of voice. Either way, it felt right to talk to him like this. It wasn't like she had anyone else to keep her company tonight.