"Yes, that’s a very good point," she agrees, "Neither do I." If Hell doesn’t want money—and it certainly doesn’t seem to—then what does it want? She hasn’t really had time to think about it very much. She’s not sure she’s looking forward to finding out.

As Wylan goes on to share what he knows of dragons, one of the babies on Alina's shoulder gives a a tiny roar, as if it’s quite proud of its larger brethren.

Alina, however, frowns a little. "If they can get that big, why are they offering them as pets?" Is anyone capable of taking care of a pet that large?

She does smile when he thanks here, though. "You helped me first," she says, nodding to the dragon he plucked from her back, "That one might be tangled in my hair now, if not for you."