No One Else Would Ever Call A Dragon Cute

Hannah stared at the unfathomable amount of riches in front of her in absolute shock, unable to say anything until Yzranth suddenly jumped into the coins like a kid doing a cannonball into a swimming pool and happily buried most of himself in them, purring contentedly. 

"Ah, my beautiful hoard, I've missed you."

She had to try really hard not to laugh so she didn't insult him. But she was oddly reminded of Scrooge McDuck swimming in his gold coins. 

"How long did it take you to collect all of this?" Hannah asked once the urge had passed. 

"Centuries. I can't remember exactly. Hoards don't grow in a day, you know. It broke my heart to sell some of it so I could pretend to be human. At least the rest is right here where I left it. Where I'm from, greedy humans are always trying to steal from dragon hoards while we're away. I don't have that problem now because no one knows mine exists."