“Now…” Handy said, breathing heavy, his heart on the verge of an outright attack, his body rigidly stiff as he struggled to prevent the fear of the dragon itself from overwhelming him again. It had its ups and downs. It was good because it meant he wouldn’t fall off the dragon after what he had planned next. The bad news was that he couldn’t make him shift around because resting on top of draconic spines was the exact opposite of comfortable. “What’s your name, lizard?”