The feast of dragons

"I don't understand why you laugh, Psyche..." Mr. Firebreather said looking rather disgruntled.
"Not laughing at you.." She coughed out wiping tears from her eyes. "I am laughing at Jerlone for trying to rescue me and kill you!"
"He's a dragon! Immortal, cannibalistic, pyro, kill everyone monster!" Jerlone yelled rather upset at this latest circumstance he was in.
"I don't want saving Jerlone I collect Debts for him among other things; I am paid rather well I might add too."
Fleur sidled up to Jerlone with a giggle and batted her eyelashes at him, "You could save me from listening to these to converse and take me to get a drink or something..." Jerlone straightened his shoulders and escorted her with a nod out Psyche's now splintered door.

"I actually came with your latest paycheck, but I am really beginning to wonder whether I should give it to you or not..." He smiled darkly at her look of frustration at the door she now had to replace.
Psyche turned and glared up at him, "all I asked him was if he could find out what you are mythology wise. It was his own decision to come and try to save my life..."
"Sometimes Id wonder if you are worth the trouble you put me through, " he murmured almost to himself.
"It would help it if I really knew you name!"
"No that would be very bad for you... it would mean you were mine."