The dragon laughed. “I suppose I did.” He pulled up the mask, revealing his grinning face. “I wish you didn’t have to see me at work, kid. But I’m getting you the fuck out of here.” He drew something out of his vest—a long bit of metal, that flared briefly to bright blue light when he pressed it. “Should we do your horn first? We don’t have a lot of time. And I don’t think security will be this porous if I have to go for round two.”