He wants you to find more dragon parts

Doe steps in front of you.

He looks into your eyes, foreheads nearly touching and he says, “Start searching for more dragon parts. You can find out how to use them after.”

The draconian’s overpowering presence makes you look away and nod silently.

Doe then returns to your bed and rests. You grab a map of the kingdom as well as a crystal ball. You hold your left hand above the crystal ball and cast a scrying spell. With your right hand you point at a spot on the map, to help you keep track of where in the country you are scrying, and you start searching for a dragon. As you scry you combine the spell with other spells specifically to track dragon energies to help you find one. You doub you’ll find one fast. Dragons are notoriously rare.

Suddenly your scrying is interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Ma’m. Are you alright? You haven’t come out of your room all day.” A woman’s voice calls out to you.

It must be one of your servants. Probably sent by your steward.

“I’m fine.” You call back. “I’m just real busy.”

“You must be hungry after skipping breakfast.” The servant girl replies. “I have a plate of food with me. The lord steward ordered me to bring it to you.”

You got up from your study and picked up a cape to wrap around your naked body. As you walk to the door, Doe gets out of bed and walks over to you. When you look at him you see his eyes are full of anger. He says nothing but breather out through his nose, causing black smoke to come from his nostrils. You sigh and drop the cape. Doe then drops his anger.

When you open the door, you see the servant girl that was sent to you was a young girl in her early twenties, maybe younger. She has shoulder length brown hair and a cute face. One that is surprised you decided to open the door while nude.

“Miss, are you alright?” The girl asks.

“I’m fine. I’m working with spells that cause me to feel hot.” You tell her. “I didn’t want to sweat up my clothes. Let me take that plate from you.”

As soon as you have taken the plate of food, Doe pulls the door wide open. When the young girl sees the draconian, she screams. Doe then grabs one of her arms and pulls her through the doorframe, slamming the door closed behind her.

“What have we here?” He says. “A nice young girl, ripe for the taking.”

“Miss! Who is this! Please, help me!” The young brunette cries as she begs you to help her.

“He … is my latest creation.” You explain. “He is a guest.”

The girl looks over at Doe and, though still scared because of his looks, addresses him as best like she would address a noble.

“I’m s-s-sorry f-for my o-outburst, milord. M-my name is L-leila. P-please, forgive me.” She begs.

Doe looks up and down her body, studying her frame. For a moment, you fear for the girl. If he doesn’t like her, he might hurt her. If he fancies her, he might do even worse.