"That doesn't sound like a whole lot," Casey noted. It made sense, considering the fact that most dragons likely kept to themselves unless they had reason to be out in the world. From what Casey was understanding, there weren't a whole lot of those. Clergymen or spies and not much else.

Brow raised for the look, Casey stood up on tip-toe to give Gabriel a kiss on the nose before finally turning away and trying the knobs of the shower. It was just a stall, no tub to relax in on bad days, but the water heater worked wonders and Casey started it up with a splay of their fingers over the rune inscribed underneath the showerhead. "Will you be staying for breakfast, or...?" Considering the state of dinner the night before, they couldn't really blame Gabriel if he wanted something cooked properly rather than just acceptably — that was about the limit of Casey's skills in the kitchen, after all.