"Rather brave of you to come waltzing in here just like that," said Zhan, head cocked to one side and eyes gleaming in the shadows. "That, or stupid."
"What can you do to me?" asked Misha. "Cheungyi's just outside."
"I could take you as a hostage, use you to bargain my way out."
Misha half nodded, half shrugged. "True, but I don't think you will."
Zhan's eyes narrowed. He was… honestly a little curious as to why this Misha wasn't in the least fazed by his threat. The dragon had seen his power before and should know that even in this current situation, he could still do a lot of harm - the binding on his wrist only dampened his powers, it didn't seal them.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse," said Misha with much enthusiasm.
Zhan stared at him.
"Sorry," apologised Misha. "I've wanted to say that line for a while."
"If you're just going to joke around, can you go joke around somewhere else?"
