“Only a fool dares make derogatory comments about a dragon’s attire.” Despite the words, Xervan looked down as if considering the choice anew.
Diavan returned from the back and would have slipped past, but I caught his arm and pointed to Xervan’s feet. “We’re having a debate. Are these something a modern, uhm, masculine guy would wear?”
“Well, those aren’t feminine, and ugly-chic is in again, so I guess.” Diavan glanced at Xervan’s face and hurried past.
“Ugly-chic?” Xervan squinted suspiciously at Diavan’s retreating back.
I grinned at Xervan and patted him on the arm.
He returned his focus to me, glancing down at my hand on his sleeve. At first, I thought he would object to me presuming to touch him, but he laid his hand on mine, fingers stroking my skin and making me forget all abo
