Was he supposed to say no to that?
Ideally, no. But just how many burgers would that be?
Also, would the great dragon lord even allow this guy to subsist on that? Or did dragons not have dietary needs?
Who knew? It's not like Kael would ever bother to tell him anything. And this kid right here wasn't going to give a straight answer either.
"My lord," Riley said carefully, "I'd have to see what I can do. Who knows if we'll be allowed to do this again?"
Orien narrowed his eyes, visibly offended, like Riley had just cursed his ancestors.
"Hey, it's not that I don't want to give you more," Riley pointed toward the door, "but you know the toll man isn't exactly easy to deal with."
At that, Orien wilted. Just slightly. Enough for Riley to raise a brow at how pitifully adorable the little chick looked sometimes.
Fine. Maybe he'd figure out a way to convince Kael. At least this meant the kid was eating something. That had to count for something.
