<span style="color: #336600">“Then I’m going to let them handle Animus as she is now and make adjustments when you’re sober.” </span>She kissed Order’s cheek and smiled as she held her.<span style="color: #336600">“Enjoy your drink, my dear.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">“I just don’t care for servitude like that. Especially when I’m expecting to see some tyrannical Black dragon. Not some lonely young adult needing a friend and scared of her own shadow. Can’t you mate with other men? Surely your father wasn’t a dragon.”</span>He let her go with a nod and when she returned he looked over the locket.<span style="color: #b3b300"> “This will do nicely, and who knows? It might even find its way back to your place. It’ll be collected for evidence and then returned to the owner. Who might end up in prison and there won’t be anyone to watch his things.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>