“Nonsense! If she had someone, would she still be around? You know women in love, nothing will stop them, just let them be close to the object of their dreams. As for men, it’s not for me to tell you how things can be.”

The dragon is right, there may not be love here, just a connection.

“You really are a wreck. Agrarrh!”

-And what does he write?

Deceptively nonchalant, Sfirerat asks, looking at the woman next to him, whom he has trapped between himself and the table. He can hear her heartbeat, a slightly quickened pulse. She is flustered, avoiding eye contact, paying exaggerated attention to his shirt or...