You cleared your throat dramatically, letting the tension build as Valthorix's tail lashed against a pile of silver goblets. 'Your Eternally Resplendent Majesty,' you began, subtly shifting your weight to cover the small fortune now hidden in your boots, 'what if I told you there's a sacred financial ritual practiced by the most sophisticated hoarders? An... audit.'

The word hung in the sulfur-scented air like a fragile promise. The dragon's massive head tilted, sending reflected golden light dancing across the cavern walls. 'This auditing,' he rumbled, claws kneading a solid gold ingot like dough, 'involves counting my treasures?'

'Not just counting!' You flourished your hands, sending a few concealed coins jingling dangerously. 'Cataloging! Appraising! Cross-referencing against historical acquisition records!' You leaned forward conspiratorially. 'Why, the great wyrm Aurix the Meticulous increased his hoard's value by 47% after his last audit. Though...' you hesitated artfully, 'he did hire a team of twelve scribes for six months.'

Valthorix's spines bristled at the implied challenge to his status. 'Pah! I require no mortal rabble pawing through my wealth.' A gout of flame singed the ceiling as he reared up. 'You shall conduct this... audit. Alone.'

The abacus exploded in a shower of beads. You bowed deeply to hide your grin, your various stolen coins pressing comfortably against your skin. 'As Your Incandescent Wisdom commands. I'll need complete access to all vaults, of course. And perhaps a small... advance for auditing supplies?' Your fingers itched toward a particularly juicy emerald necklace draped over a nearby chalice.