It was lucky he had been frugal with the silver rose. Although Shadow had force fed him a petal in his very worst moments, writhing on the ground in agony - he had been wise enough to make it last. When Luna had first been tossed in his cell he could hardly believe his eyes. Her blonde hair, matching his own glowed in the black cage, he had to wait for Tiberius to saunter off, back upstairs to his master before he transitioned to his dragon form and cast a ball of rotating fire up into the ceiling so he could look her over. 