With a swift motion you flicked your wrist, sending a spark from your concealed firestarter onto a particularly dull ledger about grain tariffs. The parchment caught immediately, flames licking upward in a brilliant diversion.

'Great Valthorix! Your fiery presence has ignited the documents!' you cried, stepping back dramatically while simultaneously kicking two more coins behind a nearby golden statue. The dragon's massive head snapped toward the blaze, pupils dilating with primal fascination.

Valthorix exhaled a thin stream of flame to intensify the fire, his treasure-hoard instincts momentarily overriding his financial concerns. 'Mmm... yes... burn the tedious scrollwork,' he rumbled in satisfaction. Wisps of burning parchment floated upward, casting dancing shadows across his crimson scales.

You used the chaotic moment to casually lean against the desk, your robe's voluminous sleeves swallowing three more coins with practiced ease. The abacus rattled angrily in protest, its enchanted beads trying to track both the burning assets and your subtle larceny.

'Perhaps we should view this as an opportunity,' you suggested quickly as the dragon watched the flames. 'A strategic write-off of deprecated assets, if you will. The smoke makes an excellent cover for-' you barely stopped yourself from saying 'my theft' and instead finished '-our bold new investment strategy.'

The last of the ledger crumbled to ashes just as you felt your left sleeve becoming dangerously heavy with ill-gotten gains. Valthorix's nostrils flared as he turned back to you, his massive claws kneading the desktop like an overgrown housecat.