"Oh, you are a clever one." The dragon giggles, reaching back for something and standing upright. "I have just the thing..." She boasts, dangling an expensive-looking choker by a single finger. It looks more like an ornate necklace than anything else, made of alternating pieces of obsidian, garnets, rubies and other fire-shaded stones. "It's pretty, no?" She giggles, letting it sway and catch the dim light of the cave, sparkling like living magma. "I think it would look good on you..."<br/><br/>"If you want it..." Her voice becomes low and breathy, and that same sweet smelling white smoke wafts from her lips and nose as she strides forwards, her height once more exemplifying how very young she is for a dragon. "You can have it, but you'd be<em>mine</em>. You can go as you please, fighting witches or doing whatever it is your duties involve, but you'd be mine all the same." Her face goes from serious to practically beaming a second later as she stands upright fast enough for her breasts to bounce, tail swaying behind her. "But don't worry, I take good care of my treasures. You'll be something worth boasting about soon enough."<br/><br/>"So!" She giggles, stepping backwards and holding out the foot she was using earlier to torment the familiar. "My foot's a bit of a mess at the moment. Stupid cat-girls are such quick-shots you know? Be a dear and clean it off, and then I'll reward you." Her grin turns almost cruel as she continues to dangle the jewelry.