Arian squirms a bit in the dragon's claw, but he doesn't resist much at all, hoping it may give him a little extra time. He lightly shrugs out of his vest, seeming to be making it easier for the dragon, gripping it in his teeth softly, then lightly tilts his head back, a few bottles and jugs rolling from the tiny pocket, then smiles as a clove of Dragonsbane falls on his nose. Letting his vest fall - with a rather loud thud - and grips the Dragonsbane in his teeth, grinning sheepishly.