[Bowen has been wedged in Draco's mouth for some time]
Draco:
[muffled]
Oh, God, my mouth is so dry.
[a rumble starts deep in his throat]
Bowen:
[realizing]
No, no, no! Stop! No, no, no, stop!
[Draco clears his throat, and a gob of dragon mucus hits Bowen in the face]
Draco:
Sorry about that.
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