Draiss looked up, and grinned wickedly. "But remember how hard he tried to impress you, and then he goes and runs off. Think of what you can make him do by way of... 'apology'."<br/><br/>Both women would note he still had a dragon's fangs, though not so large, and his eyes were alight with the possibility of pranks they could play on the bard. He easily hefted the head onto his shoulder, whistling softly, before he remembered the first question. "I am fine, other than the phantom pain staying longer than normal. Must be the level of damage I took."<br/><br/>He ignored the fact the head was at least the size of his chest, and probably weighed a good thirty pounds or so, as he walked out of the room, heading to the surface, still whistling tunelessly.