Danny made a small yelp when he was snatched out of line and hauled around the corner. Fuck fuck fuck his mind kept repeating. He'd gone too far too soon. He was a dead wyrm. There was genuine fear in his eyes that now flashed with a metallic copper hint as he too lost control, but only briefly. Danny hissed when he hit the brick wall and considered his options for escape.
He'd seen her scales. Any dragon would be able to recognize a slip like that. It meant he'd gotten under her skin. And he smelled the all too familiar scent of a fire breathing type with a flash of unpleasant memories and past mistakes. It meant he might be living his final moments.
Danny gulped down a swallow and held his hands up rather than try to fight back. He played the only card he could think of at the time. Ignorance. "The fuck is wrong with you?!" He too had switched to Spanish, though his voice squeaked and he was visibly shaking under the arm she had pressed against his chest pinning him to the wall. "It was just an example! So much for Summerview being open to all Supernaturals who need refuge."
The words came out in a rush, but the more he talked, the more steady his voice became. He switched back to English and glanced quickly down the street for anyone passing. "Detective Greggo-whatever-the-fuck must be right about you! Wait until he hears about this assault." This he said in a raised voice that he hoped someone would overhear.