"A particularly powerful fire elemental. Of a sort." She sighed, too. "Not all the books agree. But the very short version of the story is: if you find yourself fighting a huge magical creature of unknown origin, try not to impress it, lest you wind up sharing your mind with it for, apparently, the rest of your life." She still did not know exactly how she felt about that part of it.
Foolish mortal, it is - "A gift, not a curse," she finished aloud for him. "Or so he tells me. I won't deny that he's rather handy in a crisis. But... rather difficult to explain. With the way the dragon we were fighting vanished..." She didn't want to share her thoughts on the mage boy, or anything else. "You're one of only a handful of people who know - most by my error. I do not think that he would be... received well, were I to parade him about in the street, as it were."
You wouldn't dare.
You did say you would obey me. Perhaps I want to make a circus act out of someone who won't stop insulting me. He grumbled but did not interject again. She was getting better at getting the last word.