"Well this stinks," Aurora said, "No way you can eat that." Claz nodded in agreement as the tray was filling slowly with blood.
"I wonder why they gave you meat only and nothing else?" Daichi said.
"Probably because I ate one of the humans, so they think I only eat meat," Aurora said, trying to summon fire. But it didn't work. "And I can't cook it." Claz sighed then looked at Daichi.
"Everyone's telepathy is done by another part of your minds than your magic side, right?" Claz asked.
"Correct," Daichi replied, "Why do you ask?"
"Well," Claz said, turning his head towards the wall Dracus was behind, "I was wondering if Dracus could still breath fire?"
"I see, what your thinking human," Dracus said, "I'm not going to help you."
"Why not?" Aurora asked with a verbal hiss at Dracus.
"Because I hate humans. Back a couple hundred years, they hunted my species to near extinction. And now only a few remain. And still today, humans hunt us," Dracus said.
"How old are you?" Claz asked.
"I'm old," Dracus replied.
"He's only 150 years old," Daichi said, "That would put him like a teenager in dragon years."
"Shut up fox," Dracus replied, "I'm an adult."
"If you say so," Daichi said. Dracus growled at that remark.
"Anyway,"Claz said, "Would you please cook my meat?"
"And why should I?" Dracus asked.
"Because I want to show you that there are good humans left," Claz said, "I mean, those humans who your ancestors bonded with must of been good people as well who respected your species power and abilities."
"Fine, just this once, I'll do it," Dracus said.
"Do you trust him?" Aurora asked quietly.
"I do," Claz said as Aurora ripped a piece of meat off and handed it to Claz. He carried it out the tiny door and over to Dracus.