The words were already out there, and David certainly couldn't swallow them back, nor could he just wring the other party's neck.
He immediately lifted his chin and, feigning an air of 'You must be daydreaming,' scoffed, "Money? No, are you seriously bringing up money with me?"
"..." Lizrite's eyes widened in disbelief.
What's wrong with mentioning money?
She considered herself to have joined the group through 'negotiation' and, strictly speaking, didn't count as a slave captured by the other party.
So, wasn't it perfectly normal for dragons doing business with each other to discuss remuneration?
If he insisted on her admitting this, Lizrite would rather explode on the spot, taking this unreasonable Red Dragon before her to Barto Hell to seek judgment from the Chromatic Dragon Queen.
Before she could speak, she heard David say solemnly, "Come now, let's do the math. You said you were fourteen this year, didn't you?"
