“How many do you need?”
“At least enough for all of the knights,” I looked to Raza. “How many knights do you have?”
“Roughly two-thousand,” Raza shrugged. “Why? What would help my knights battle elves?”
“Thermal imaging scopes,” Killian explained. “They allow you to see someone's body heat. Even through objects. As long as the other objects aren't hotter than the bodies.”
“No hiding,” Raza whispered.
“No hiding,” Killian confirmed.
“Brilliant!” Raza declared. “Yes, we need these scopes. Many of them.”
“I can get 'many',” Killian chuckled. “But it will be expensive.”
“I have the resources,” Raza shrugged. “Both here and in the Human Realm.”
“You have resources in HR?” I asked him.
“I'm a dragon, darling,” Raza kissed my forehead. “I have treasure everywhere.”
“Excellent,” Killian nodded in approval. “Two-thousand scopes then?”
“Make it four,” Raza looked to me, “in case we have other supporters who need to be equipped.”
“My father will send troops,” I said. “I'm sure of it. He did so last time, I can't see him abandoning you now.”
“Not when you're fu-” Killian cleared his throat when he saw my look and tried again. “I mean, not when you're in a relationship with his daughter.”
“Better,” I grimaced.
“Do you drink spirits?” Raza asked Killian as we came abreast with Raza's office.
“Uh, sure,” Killian looked from Raza to me in surprise. “You inviting me in for a drink, big boy?”
“I was, until you revealed your homoerotic nature,” Raza frowned. “I am flattered, but not interested. I have never found men to be attractive. My apologies.”
“It was a joke,” Killian said dryly as I chuckled.
“I know,” Raza gave us both a huge grin before heading into the room.
“Slam!” I made a dunking motion at Killian before I followed Raza in. “Score one for the Dragon King.”
“The dragon always wins,” Raza poured our drinks. “It is the way of the world.”
“Not my world,” Killian accepted a crystal tumbler from Raza. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome,” Raza sat beside me and handed me a glass.
“What's this?” Killian sniffed at it.
“Dragon's Brew,” Raza smiled.
“What?” Killian scowled.
“Just drink it,” I huffed. “It can't be any worse than that Tequila we drank in HR.”
“Oh that stuff was foul,” Killian agreed as he took a sip. “But this is not. Well done, Dragon.”
