All was peaceful in the mind of the sleeping Dragon Slayer. He had no job to occupy him at present, and as such, he had no worries. One might even believe he was having a rather pleasant dream. That is, until an incredible chill made its way through his body, starting at the back of his neck. His eyes shot open, revealing piercing red irises and bloodshot sclerae as the man began to shiver from head to toe, teeth chattering. "Cold cold cold COLD COLD!!!" he shouted while thrashing about in his chair. Fire spewed from his mouth, and eventually began coming from his body as well. This caused the incineration of the chair he sat in, and as his rear end hit the floor, he was brought back to reality enough to set his gazes upon the culprit. Still shivering, he stared daggers in the woman's direction, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke. "Why? Just... why? I was having such a good dream, too..."