Instead, I kept my eyes forward on the pattern of the longer, smoother scales, and spoke to the dragon. "I remember a party I attended. It was midsummer in Dublin. The fae attended, wearing the most absurd attempts at glamours. But the mead was rich that year, and there were only a few of us who noticed their presence. I ended up spread out in a fairy ring outside of the city." My breath caught as the dragon rumbled in drowsy approval. "Mm, yes. Hands and mouth and everything else full. Every inch of me kissed. I was chased out of town the next afternoon, but I couldn't walk straight, and…"
