“I have many formulas that require a drop of dragon blood. Thus I need many drops.” He rubbed his cold hands together with hot glee.
“These aren’t the formulas that would allow you to take over the White House, are they?”
“Oh, no. I could do that simply by making followers. Please be honored that I’m not asking you to become one.”
“My neck and I are pleased. Is it because the dragon aura clinging to my skin makes my blood undesirable?”
“Not at all. The dragon aura would enhance the flavor and perhaps even give me increased vitality.”
I was definitely using the loofah later.
“It’s the powerful magical g*n you haven’t stopped pointing at me that’s problematic.”
“I’m glad I brought it then.” I looked at his shelves. “Do you have some empty vials I can borrow? And, uh, syringes. I assum
