Virgil went perfectly still. Achingly still-his muscles shook from how hard they were tensing-he didn't make a single sound as he just froze, statuesque, staring back at the eyes, unable to look away.
Those memorizing eyes came slowly closer...and closer...now in the moon light...his scales seemed to illuminate from the moon shining on him, his eyes only seemed to get more beautiful...and his body seemed...well you get the idea
He slumped into him, face getting buried in the crook of the naga's neck. He looked down at these humans-neither of them were in good shape...the other had cuts and bruises all over him, and that nasty black eye...
