Ira was in shock. This was crazy. If it wasn't drugs, then what the hell was it? Ira didn't care if that thing could hurt him or not, that didn't explain where the hell it came from or how it came to be, "Where...did it come from?" he asked cautiously. Jumping a little when the thing gave the small roar at him. It may of been small, but it did have teeth, or so it seemed.<br/><br/>"Just chocolate...huh..." he muttered, not taking his eyes off the dragon, "Then explain to me where that thing came from? Dragons aren't real," Ira looked around some, but didn't seem to see anyone else in the store to back him up, "You're going to kill me, aren't you? You just use this shop as a front..." he had to jump to conclusions cause a dragon went against everything he knew to be true.