"Hmm. You do know my race. Those eyes of yours might be the most special thing about you," the dragon, already found out, replied before taking his seat on a nearby chair without invitation.
The wood creaked faintly under his weight, the room's sparse furniture suddenly feeling inadequate in his presence.
"I didn't ask you to sit," Aaron said, his gaze narrowing slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his features.
"And I don't need your permission to do that," the dragon countered smoothly, leaning back with an air of effortless authority, his golden eyes locked onto Aaron's.
"Tch. What do you want? I need to sleep," Aaron asked straight, his patience wearing thin, the yawn from earlier still lingering in his mind as fatigue tugged at him.
"I'm here to offer you a chance to greatness," the dragon offered, his words hanging in the air like a tempting veil, his calm expression unchanging.
