Lucy & Ric
Being informed of her dragon status was inspiring of a slight stutter in his step. Not a big enough trip to send him face first into the dirt, but embarrassingly noticeable all the same. Ric would have fidgeted his tie or cuff links if only he were wearing them. "Rare, indeed. I've encountered many an unusual being in my time here, but you are certainly my first dragon." His distraction from that point on couldn't be helped as his mind became a playground of medieval imagery. Did she more closely resemble a serpent or something traditionally thick-bodied with short legs and an impressive wingspan? Was her belly encrusted with gold? Would it be insensitive to ask?
Yes, he told himself. Inquiring after a dragon's hoard was probably the equivalent of someone asking if the length of his fingers was in direct correlation with other parts of his anatomy. Better to focus on the kindly bestowal of her services than wresting knowledge from her that wasn't any of his business to have and to hold. "I'll take you up on that sometime. Both the additions to my summer wardrobe and the coffee to keep me from falling asleep at the organ." Stopping outside her sunnily decorated abode, Ric gave her hand a warm squeeze before taking a step back. It occurred to him to press a kiss to Lucy's knuckles, but that would be pushing the bar of silly, out of date gestures too far. His reputation for being a fuddy-duddy was bad enough as it was. "Hopefully, you're able to rest well. Our time spent together has been a pleasure in spite of the circumstances. Should you find yourself in need of musical accompaniment for special occasions and the like, I do hope you'll turn to me first."