Draiss nods, and makes a mental note to come up dry, after several battles, spell wise, but only if they are about to turn in anyways. That way, he appears less than all powerful, and lets the others shine a bit themselves.<br/><br/>He looks up at the mention of a dragon, and says, with a shrug, "Actually, I have a preference for hearing stories about my greater kin. But if it is one the ladies have heard already, then I challenge the bard to come up with one they have not heard yet. I am sure later he will have time to dazzle an inn full of people with the story."<br/><br/>He grabbed a bowl from the table, and began to peel the pomegranate, setting the seeds in the bowl and then setting the emptied husk on the ground, where it promptly vanished. He made sure that the pillow he selected was 'accidently' close to the cold elven maiden, and offered her some of the seed. He found he rather liked her, and wondered, but did not probe to find out, how warm she could be if she tried. And if it was enough to make up for how cold she normally was.