Archer and Mira continued drinking while talking about the empire and everything about it. He learned the mouse woman was passionate about helping Draconia and its people thrive, but halfway through their chat, she turned to him. ''I hope you know that I don't plan on sleeping with you?'' she revealed.
''I'm not bothered,'' he replied honestly, downing the last bit of ale. ''I have enough women and am not looking for any more. It would be too much, even for me.''
When the young woman heard this, she giggled and nodded in agreement. ''Yes, over forty wives is too much for one man.''
''Dragon,'' he corrected.
They started laughing and continued drinking as the sun started to set. Hours later, Mira was tipsy as she turned to him, a stupid smile crossing her face. ''Do you mind taking me back to the government section, please?''
