"Yeah, alright," There's still a distinctly skeptical edge to his voice - more the sense that Dragons are real over any kind of genuine doubt in her. Don't get him wrong, he's been in Exsilium for a year and seen some weird shit flying around while on missions-- but dragons that breathe fire and dragons you strike deals with seem like two very different sorts. "I'll keep that in mind."

He raps his knuckles against the shelf of canopic jars, tipping his head. "So, we lifting one of these are d'you think nutter dragon has something better in mind?"