"Come take a swim with me," Conall said, one hand leaving its spot on my hip to catch my hand. "So you can wash him off me?" I asked. Conall hummed and shrugged, turning, but sharing a brief smile with me that admitted I was right. "I won't lie and say the dragon's mark isn't a warning I'm likely to ignore. But I'm not the only one Hywel's warned to steer clear of you," he said, glancing toward where Asterion had vanished. "I think Asterion's intentions were always precisely to steer clear of me," I said. "His intentions, perhaps. Not his desires," Conall said, voice low.
