[ Well, that's nothing his nose has ever encountered before. Shirou shifts into his wolf form to get a better sniff, the dragon scent a strange mix of organic and metallic. And... the lingering smells of other people. A lot of other people. He lets his focus fade to be polite, not wanting or needing the young man's entire sexual history. ]
There are no dragons where I'm from--none I've heard of, at least.
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There are no dragons where I'm from--none I've heard of, at least.