Legion wasn't too fond of her new job. Saint Ginger may make her pancakes and indulge her, but Saint dragon didn't. They didn't exactly feel like losing their host, and whenever they spotted George they often just left.
They were, in a way, responsible for some of Saint ginger's torment and they did not wish for George to take that out on them. Even if no one knew.
Happily sipping something sugary they were bundled up against the cold. They'd learned the art of chameleon well. When they felt the presence they looked up and stared at a crack. They roiled and tilted their head and then smiled.
"No one listens to the mad, despite the voice of truth behind their lies." As it was an immortal they let themselves all speak. This thing would understand. Smiling they offered the sugary drink, almost like a token.