Chris shrugged and grinned at Ptricia's comment. "Well, it was all humans anyway. I can't stand humans. I find their race corrupt, dim and mean. They've been top of the food chain too long in my opinion." Growling to himself, he leans back in his chair. His parents were killed by humans and he has maintained a sort of vendetta against them, often finding himself for no good reason shunned, bullied and ignored, only deepening his bitterness towards them.<br/>He listened again to her WWII stories and shrugged. "I didn't think you would've. He wasn't commander or anything." Being fluent in 17 languages-dragon education sure beats British-he heard her speak in Japanese and said <You'll have to find a better language than that to hide stuff from me.>