His head was ridged along the center, and protective horns sprouted over his skull. He was exquisite, and his dreams made my body heavy and loose. I found a silk skirt in the pile he used as a pillow, and pulled it free with only a little struggle. "You're beautiful," I murmured to the sleeping dragon. "But you need a little tidying up." I used the silk to wipe away the dust on the part of his snout by my hip, worked my way over to the ridge, and circled it around one of the smaller horns.
