[ There's something a little... there's no other word for it, pathetic about just how pleased she looks to have been given an order. It's not a change in her expression or anything quite that easy to call out but there's a shifting in the way she holds herself, a brightening of her eyes and a slight straightening of her spine that makes it obvious. Maybe it's just relief to have been given something to do when she's so restless, but... ]

I will. I'll do my best to meet your expectations. [ She dips her head in a polite nod. ] Thank you for letting me be of service.

[ And she actually means it, which is the worst part of all. ]

Do you want them to be maintained in any particular way? I've always been told dragons are very particular about their dens.

[ ...not that she's ever heard of a dragon who lives in a castle, but still. ]