Lady, they'll eat sequined hamburgers, but they won't eat that.

And the fact that she will is- something. They're trying very hard not to judge; it's not their archetype. It's hard to tell what makes them wince more; the person who goes flying through the air, or the the tell tale crunch of death between her teeth.

"I was framed." They tell her calmly, with as blank an expression as possible. "But that wasmonths ago. Dragons aren't too bad."

If anything, aren't they a little exciting?