He listened, head cocking ever more to the side. "Why...yes. You are quite welcome," the dragon answered with all honesty. In his mind the human could be nothing less than grateful for his benevolent will and must only be completely and totally beside himself that one so majestic as him would be so utterly charitable to something as wretched as him. Yes. He was quite welcome, indeed. The thought made the dragon's pride swell all the more, his head lifting and a very soft rumbling sound that distantly purred like some pleased cat gently massaged the air around him. This doing good thing felt so oddly good. Perhaps he should try being this kind all the more. So far he'd gotten a slave and a good feeling out of it! What an interesting concept. He'd have to explore it further.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Support comes in numbers. </span><br/><br/>The beast doubted that Jawn could be of any real use, but the thought lingered all the same. A soon as the man began to motion to himself, his long neck leaned back down to look at the human, warm breath huffing from his nostrils over the human as he inspected him, eyes piercing through the pitch black. "You are a dreadfully pathetic looking thing. And you smell...odd. Yes, cleaning yourself might be best."  There came another shifting in the dark, the soft tinkling sound and metallic movement coming as he stood and turned. "This way, human. And please be careful. I would not like your scent wrapped over mine."   The statement was a bit of a mix up in translation, however, and what the beast meant to say would have better translated as  ' don't get any of your disgusting human smell on my stuff' as mine was the word that described anything that, once belonging to someone else, was now in his possession. Technically, Jawn counted as mine as well but he felt a distinction needed to be made at that moment as he feared the simple minded creature wouldn't be bright enough to understand.<br/><br/>As he carried on down the slope into the caverns, he had absolutely not difficulty what so ever. The reason was because 1.) everything under his feet could do him less harm than he could do to it and 2.) he could actually see the plethora of items in his way.  For Jawn, it would have been a black maze of trips, falls, slips, and uncomfortable and stiff items coming at him on top of a floor that seemed to be made of the constantly shifting pebbles. Flat, cold pebbles with little bumps.<br/><br/>"Please do keep up," came the ever-dull tone as he began to weave his way to the left, also quite able to see the stone stalagmites and the walls of the cavern.