FireDrake

Clear off, man. This is your last warning. Drake used his trained voice to advantage, projecting to the drunk who'd seemed to give up the fight suddenly. The man's jaw went slack and his eyes grew round with fear as he stumbled away. Drake smiled in satisfaction as the drunk let the Guardswoman be. He felt smug as the woman turned to him, a trace of annoyed respect on her face. Then her eyes widened as she stepped forward. Drake didn't quite understand why he apparently looked particularly fearsome tonight, but he wasn't asking questions. Whatever it was about him had scared off one ruffian and had the little Guardswoman looking at him with new respect as she moved closer. Moving closer was good. It was, in fact, much better than having her move away. He wanted to get much closer to her before the night was through. She stopped a few yards from him and raised her gaze upwards as Drake's stomach sank. What a fool he'd been! "Friend of yours?" Her eyes lit with humor as she stared at a spot well above his head. Drake followed the woman's gaze upward though he could very well guess what he'd find waiting over his shoulderor rather who. "Jenet." He tried to inject sternness into the thoughts he projected to the dragon, but it was no use. "I thought we agreed I could handle this night's work on my own." "You said that nonsense, but I never agreed."