"You'll bug me later," she replied blithely. "You still owe me a shitload of dragon stories. And don't think I won't harass you for them."

Actually, what she really wanted to get out of him right now was a hyper-detailed description of a real, actual dragon. Back in the day, Sam used to do a form of police sketch artist freelance, working for the vampire government in LA. She was pretty good at capturing a verbal description. She wanted to see if she could apply the same talent to a dragon.

Because then, at least, she could say she knew what real dragons looked like.

And that was pretty fucking awesome.