He gave Daminor a deadpan stare in return, winning as dragons had long ago mastered that look well before humans had climbed out of the trees for the first time. "Probably by throwing a snarky bard into the water after cutting off something so we can resurrect him later.<br/><br/>On a more serious note, I might be able to draw the dragon out, but I doubt it will follow me here. It would probably rather be outside where it can pull the lizardfolk into the fight."<br/><br/>He grabbed his polymorph spell, and twisted it, altering from a copper dragon to a bronze dragon, so he would be more nimble in the water than the black dragon, hopefully. He lay down, and then checked himself over, glad that the spell had healed his wounds, and then gave Cerulean a lick on the cheek, before letting them decide on what to do.