Kyloth was snoring. It was another on of this small, rather annoying things he had to do, to keep the ruse of being human, like the stumbling. It also meant he didn’t more then doze, least the thunderous snoring suddenly stop, which turning out to be a good thing for once. While his eyes were closed and he wasn’t actively listening, not that he could have heard anything over his own snores, he was still awake enough to smell. And it was his nose, which brought him fully into wakefulness, when he smelled the wench from the bar, in his room. There was a smile on his lips, as he turned his head slightly, towards the door and the approaching girl.<br/><br/>It had been a long time, since the dragon had taken a female from one of the lesser races and so he reached out, to sweep her into his arms, when she reached the bed. When he did so, he noticed the knife in her hand. His eyes widened, even as he pulled her to him. This was no maid coming up for a tryst with a barbarian but at best, a murder motivated by the coins he shown earlier or at worst, an assassination. Although if she had been sent to kill him, whoever had hired her, had failed to inform her, that she would need a magical blade, to harm him.<br/><br/>A snarl of rage escaped him, as he felt the dagger slam against the neck of his human form and bend. Baring his teeth, he gripped her lovely waist tighter and rolled, flipping his would-be assassin on her back, with him on top. Not wasting a moment, he pinned her legs down with his knees and lifted his hands from her hips. One went for the knife hand, grabbing her wrist and slamming it against the wall. The other flashed for her throat, holding her down and ready to crush her windpipe.<br/><br/>“Lay still” Kyloth snarled, no hint of drunkenness, “Who sent you?”