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"I don't really understand you humans and your constant desire for clothes," Draco commented dryly. "If you feel you are too wet, remove them and let them dry."
Bowen leaned back with a groan. The dragon just wanted him to stop complaining. They had just tested out their new idea on a village, and while Draco played dead well, Bowen had ended up nearly drowned in the lake with him.
"Of course, you don't understand. You're never naked."
Draco's voice sounded surprised. "On the contrary, knight. I am always naked."
Bowen glanced over with a hint of his own surprise. He pulled off his armor and warmed his hands over the fire.
It would suffice.