It would be a joke so long as the dragon didn't decide to butt her big head into things. That would be just Bessie's style, too. Marissa didn't pull back as he leaned in, fully aware that she was probably a little -- smoky. It was all a part of her family, so better to get him used to it off the bat if things were going to go anywhere.
Merlin, he'd come all the way up here to find her -- maybe it was going to go somewhere. That was a cheery thought, and she couldn't help the smirk that pulled across her lips.
"What makes you think I'm wearing anything under these robes? Dragon-chasing is sweaty work." Whether he called her on her statement or not, it wasn't a bluff. She wasn't naked underneath, but she wasn't wearing much. If she caught on fire, it just made more layers to burn to her skin.
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