"Very well," Q'uila's ears wiggle once more as she teases Emet Selch to lighten the mood, "Then I can promise that that shall be the last words of gratitude you shall have to suffer from me!"

As for the dragon fire... She inhales; the amber of Q'uila's eyes bleeds scarlet and the slits of her pupils narrow from something feline to something more reptilian, and as Q'uila then exhales bright blue flames flick and curl from her mouth into the space between them. When the flames die off its Q'uila is completely unharmed and her eyes have returned to their normal feline amber.

"As long as there is air in my lungs there shall be a supply of dragon fire. Property and temperature wise 'tis identical to any of the Great Wyrms!"