Muir shivers. It was cold outside and his jacket was still on the beach. Besides, he wasn't too happy about the idea of flying... "I will ride inside you, if you promise not to digest me," he tells the dragon.<br/><br/>Glade watches Alice with a compassionate expression. "Are you cold, dear? Let me help you," she tells her, gently extending her great tongue in front of Alice, the golden flesh glistening with the saliva coating it. "You may climb inside if you wish, or if you would rather not, just slip underneath it. It will keep you warm," she reassures her.<br/><br/>Blizzard nods. "Now then... I'd like to get back to torturing this werebeast here, unless she has learned her place as my servant?" he offers.