“I…I can’t eat you,” the dragon said. “Not now.”

“Can’t eat me?” the girl stamped her foot, glared at him. “Not good enough to eat? What? I’m too fat? My butt is a bit lumpy but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Uhm, no. You look perfectly delicious really,” the dragon admitted. “It just, doesn’t feel the same eating someone who wants to be eaten. Takes the taste out of it you know.”

“You don’t want to eat me because I want to be eaten!” The girl tossed her head back making her blonde hair fly out before it settled behind her. “That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m not stupid.” The dragon sulked.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“I have a double first from Cambridge.” The dragon puffed himself up proudly.

“What’s the point of that if you’re going to starve yourself?”

“Yes, but…”

“I’m all ripe and ready and you’ll starve because I want to be eaten.”

“Yes, but…”

“Instead of an easy death from you I have to suffer intense torture from the duke?”

“Yes, but…”