Chapter 111

　　“Very well, let’s do that then,” I decided as I worked a lather into the soap and massaged it into his scalp.

　　Ashara had been right, I thought. It was a ritual, his bathing. It was performed with exactness and routine each time, with time and attention. I knew so little about dragon culture.

　　“Will you teach me dragon?” I asked him.

　　“You would find it very hard to pronounce.”

　　“I can say your name,” I pointed out.

　　“You can say the Fae version of my name,” he chuckled indulgently.

　　“Ashara said that bathing is a ritual.”

　　“Yes.”

　　“What does it mean to you?” I prompted, not happy with the one syllable response.

　　He sighed; he did not want to explain. “It is difficult to make those who are not dragon understand why we do what we do.”