"No," she began, "not to death.  Most of his skin was burned off, but he still yet lived.  I imagine you would've done the same thing."  She sashayed toward the silver, not stopping until she was well within the dragoon's comfort zone.  "I may prey on the souls of humans, dear, but I'm not cruel.  My prey tend to enjoy their final moments.  And you, judging me based on what I am?  Perhaps you have more in common with these 'zealots' than you think."  Her eyes again locked with the dragon's, searching for the signs of fading conviction.<em>Let's see you mull that over in your mind, paladin.</em><br/><br/>Striding back across the room, she continued.  "But we could talk about the ethics of religious persecution and biological imperatives all afternoon," she sighed, "or you can give me your name, and we can leave this bedchamber and go to the treasury, where the loot you seek would be lying."  A grin spread across her face.  "Unless of course, you're looking for something beyond silver and gold?"