The man's lip curls, and for a long moment, everything about his mien speaks utter refusal. But it is true that the Dragon was not a wholly unreasonable person despite his propensity for recalcitrance. He thrusts the book shut, flipped it around and pushed it towards the young woman on the opposite side of the table.

"Who wants it?" he wonders, without really caring if it is truly any of his business or not. "A commander? Some ranking person in the Inquisition?"