The red dragoness landed from the sky, just in front of Hollow. Blue eyes met blue as the red femme stared at Hollow. He saw one brow raise, heard the red Dracarae’s demand of his identity. He stretched lazily, smirking. A princess, then . . . the daughter of the dragon king.
“My name is Hollow. I have the honor of being a Phantum - the first Phantum in Starfall. Princess, did you know you are most lovely?” Hollow knew that he most likely had to play the chivalrous knight in order to get a lay. Then again - mayhap the lithe dragoness with silent red wings would surprise him. “The night is dark and full of terrors, my lady. What are you doing out here in a sparse forest past nightfall?” She would hopefully be tricked by Hollow’s pretence of chivalry, politeness, that all. It had worked with many a young girl before Starfall. Granted, this noble dragoness looked like she was much older than a young adult, or at least not a teen. It could take more needling to slip past her defenses, which was nothing Hollow couldn’t handle.

“So I try to talk refined, for fear that you find out.”