Hold her for awhile.

You sit beside the gorgeous, naked dragoness and keep an arm around her, though not before removing the blanket from the bed to wrap around her like a burrito. She smiles, perhaps with the first genuine warmth in her heart in quite some time. You feel a radiance you haven't quite felt from her to this degree before. Gently, you play with her hair, and enjoy her soft, comforting embrace--one you wouldn't have expected from such a previously harsh, cold girl. Still, the two of you sit in silence for a long moment. It's not awkward, though. It's not uncomfortable. It's a wonderful moment that the two of you enjoy for as long as it lasts.

Finally, however, Malakae turns an eye to you bashfully. "You've served me well."

"Acting tough isn't going to work after what I just saw."

"Whatever." She turns away again in a huff. "Th-This changes nothing."

"Careful. After all that, I'm gonna start to assume you're acting bratty on purpose, just to be punished--"

"I am not bratty!" she barks back as she stands tall and proud, though as she does, the blanket falls to the ground. She stares down at herself, and shyly covers up with both her hands purely out of instinct. A moment passes before she realizes how silly she must look, and her hands retreat nervously to her sides. "But uhm--" She sits down beside you again. "Thank you. For everything."

"It's fine. Just relax," you whisper.

She nods. "You know, it's a big deal to be intimate with a gold dragon. You should feel honoured."

"I certainly feel drained."

She lets out a chuckle through her nose. "... I feel amazing. Like I've never felt before." Her fingers run up and down her legs. "Is there a place in this house to wash up?"

"There is, of course."

"When I return from there, will you sit with me longer?"

"I will."

She stands. As she walks away, she looks back with a knowing glance--as if she knew your eyes would peer upon her backside, and that right now, she encourages it. With a wink, she turns away yet again and departs from the bedroom.