Then sit out, sir. [but judging by her hardened stare at the gold glinting through lava, she is not intending.]

...I cannot prove it, but I always know.

I inherited the blood of the dragons who bled such molten heat as this. Their strength is mine to exploit.

[she wipes her brow with the back of her hand, sighing, and looking down at her hand thereafter. no scales. but still...you cannot prove, but you always know.]

The apple falls, the wasp stings, a friend comes, the keys turn...and a dragon never flinches from her own blood.