Hollow was pleasantly surprised at the flirtiness of the girl. He smiled slowly. She would be an easy pick. She seemed to be all for a night together, as far as Hollow could tell. And the tie . . . this was interesting. Hollow grinned at Meleys, especially her line about him being a terror in the dark night . . . that he was, certainly. “Now what does this mean to you, what do you want from me?” Hollow grinned at his scaly soulmate, eyes flashing. “Some fun, some action, maybe more of a relationship. You’re a beautiful find, my lady. Any man would be lucky to be tied to you.” He knew his grin was showing teeth. The Phantum found himself having fun with Meleys, this daughter of a dragon king. He loved to terrify girls, yes, but it was even more fun when the girl was of the same mind as he; it made for a lot more entertainment and action. And he had never lain with a princess before, never despoiled a royal girl. “To answer one of your earlier points, I suppose I could be a terror of the night . . . what do you think I am, Princess Meleys?” He leaned in close, mirroring her teasing actions on him if she too stayed still to receive them.

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