Peter visibly made himself calm down. No good would come of starting a fight with her now, and if he made a fuss, she was likely to decide he was interesting. "That's the sorceress Desiree," he growled. Then in a lower voice, he muttered, "She hates warlocks, so I doubt very much that she's working for your friend, and as long as we leave in the morning, she probably won't cause us too much trouble. All the same, don't trust her as far as you can throw her."
Desiree laughed quietly again. "Either you've forgotten, or you simply don't care, Sir Peter. I can hear every word you're saying, so you might as well stop trying to be quiet." When the little dragon hissed at her, she smiled. "My my my my. I didn't realize there were any of you left. I'm afraid you don't like me either, little one." She shrugged elegantly. "I mean you no harm. If you decide that you do not wish to accept my hospitality, I will leave you with best wishes for the future and return to my grove."