Jawn was surprised when the dragon breathed warmth into him and he was blasted with a frigid wind followed closely by a sudden heat so strong for a moment he thought he would be sick. The initial warmth ebbed away to something more comfortable though and his shivering numbness was soon gone and if he was not comfortable he was at least not cold. He could see that the dragon was hurt by the carefree way that it's meal had been chosen and he recalled the stories of the pride and self importance of dragons. "Yup," he said to the dragon. "It was just a pull from the hat. They didn't want to give you their beautiful maidens because they are greedy and don't respect you so much as they used too," the young man said as he got a feel for how he may actually get out of this situation alive. Although his life was hard until now it was still a life he would enjoy keeping. "It was supposed to be everyone entered but if you ask me I bet they didn't even put important people in the hat. Bet they thought it wasn't worth it."<br/><br/>The orphan attempted to shrug in his binds at the dragons next question but he regretted it for his stiff muscled and chaffed skinned protested to that motion, "don't like or dislike them." He admitted. "They let me work here so I suppose that is a point in their favour but really that's about all." Jawn's eyes tried to follow the dragons gaze as it shifted about them but the mist was much to thick for him to see into it and so all he saw was murky darkness churning around him. He snorted at the dragons next question, "I wouldn't say equal." Indeed they had definitely looked down upon him since he'd gotten there. There had been no one who had been truly sad by his name being called, no one had visited for him while he was locked up or come to say goodbye. Some had uttered some sort of condolence but he was sure that had been more to keep up appearances then of actual caring and good intentions.<br/><br/>Jawn was started out of his resentful revere by the dragons next question, 'you or them'. It took barley a moment of the question to fully process in his mind and before he could even consider his answer in his own mind he answered, "take them." He had never been the type to be a heartless killer and yet his desire to live spilled from his mouth almost unbidden as memories of his mistreatment from the townfolk passed through his mind in a flash.