Confused, Luna examined the dog again. She wasn't sure why she shouldn't let the animal's niceness fool her--she didn't sense that he had any ulterior motives (and Luna was quite good at spotting ulterior motives). Hmm. Perhaps he was part of the Rotfang Conspiracy. She took a small step back from Drakelet.
"Thank you very much, Gregory," she said, taking the slip from him. She dug into her pocket and pulled out her sketch. "Would you like to keep this?"