The dragon’s lips moved with a sandpaper sound of rock sliding over rock, and with a voice that was all rumble, it said, “You could just ask.”
Valentine stopped what he was doing while Quill jumped in the air in surprise and stumbled away. They both turned to stare at the dragon. “What?” Quill quavered.
“Ask to be let in,” the dragon said, its rough stone lips moving over stone teeth. “It would be polite, at least, to ask before attempting to stave in my teeth or whatever you have in mind.”
This does not square with the below.
Quill said to Valentine, “It talked.”
Valentine began to speak, “It di-” but his voice broke into an embarrassingly high register, so he stopped and started again speaking normally. “It did. Perhaps we should talk back.”
He turned and spoke to the monstrous, be-fanged visage of the dragon. “I do apologize,”…
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