"So tell me about that. What was with that bunch of robed freaks anyways? Friends of yours?" he was honestly intrigued, wanting to learn more about the dragon. He got a small smile from her mention of the Stockholm syndrome. "Keep talking like that, and everyone is going to think we are beauty and the beast. I hate to tell you Shula, but I ain't the beast."<br/><br/>Looking at her closer, he handed her another drinking, taking another for himself as well. Maybe some more booze would help loosen her up a bit. Maybe the alcohol would help her get back to sleep as well. "So who's this Thomas fella, a friend? Besides, I doubt you'll be getting there without me anytime soon buttercup."