Vermithrax was correct. If she were to catch him staring at her, the poor guy would never hear the end of it. "Goddess no," Sche'zan'i shook her head at his query, with a snort of amusement. "She's a foot taller, not as curvy, hair is shorter, her eyes are heterochromic--that means one eye is a different color than the other, in case you didn't know--her hair is a brighter red, and she's far more responsible and generally quite a bit nicer than myself. She's the diplomat, and I'm the assassin and torturer, among other things. She would be, but I enjoy it, so she lets me have my fun. If I'm really good, she brings me a human to eat."
She grinned at that statement, and then continued. "I suspect there's a sociopath in there somewhere. She might play the older, more refined sibling, but underneath, she's just as bad as me. It's all the memories floating in her head that cause changes. Sometimes she gets sucked into them and suddenly she's a different person entirely." They came upon the massive cave, and she blinked, eyes going round. "Insert astounded curse here," She muttered, turning an owlish look on him. "If I'm lucky, I might find a dead guy in here. Who knows what's in here? I'm willing to bet not even you remember what all of it is."
She lifted her arms above her head and stretched in a distinctly feline manner, bending back slightly with a groan of relief as her back cracked loudly. "Finally. Back has been murder for the past week." She dropped her arms and headed into the mound of treasure, still looking vaguely owlish with surprise--her almond eyes too large for her face due to being wider than usual. "I think," She called to him, as she moved slowly through, looking at everything, "that you're definitely a hell of a lot older than you look," and damn did he look fine, "and you are a hoarder. Major league."
Yeah, any guy with this much stuff was firstly a rich man and secondly a huge hoarder. "I'm not being kidnapped, so maybe I'm being collected. Hoarded. Wouldn't that be a fun story to tell Kassi. Call her on the telepathy channel. 'Hey sis, guess what? There's a really old, big ass dragon that I met today. Pretty neat guy. Fun to poke at. Also a massive hoarder. Ah, I've not been kidnapped, per se, more like...collected. Fun times, right?'"
She snorted and shook her head. "I can see the look on her face already. Priceless. I should tell her that just to see what she'll do." The Devil's own impish smile winked at Vermithrax from her plush lips as she suggested it, very clearly pleased with the idea of freaking her sister out. "What do you think? Is that too mean?"