The sword hitting his back hurts like hell- probably more than he'd hurt the wolfman, come to that. But hey, he still had his savoir-faire. With his rapier at the ready, he grins at the dragon lady's instructions. "What, no eating? And here I thought all of this was just a long play to let me make some of you lovely ladies or handsome men stuffed and happy. Surely little old me can't pose that much of a threat against all of you, right? And gosh, I know I just have to look delicious after two fights and so few of you having that post-meal bulge in your stomach. My heart goes out to you all, really it does-" He keeps an eye on Thygor, worried about his friend's ability to weather the barrage and more than willing to take on some extra heat to keep him upright.