He was talking with an older woman, dressed in a black dress with minimal jewelry but did have an ornate headdress, when he felt the unexpected thwack. He paused, head cocking slightly to one side, and frowned when he heard some announce slaying him. Then he was hit a second time, and he had to take a moment to remind himself he wasn't in the gladiator pits anymore, and he was loose so his instinctual response to being hit could and would hurt someone, if not kill several someones.<br/><br/>He swallowed his urge to use his flames, before turning in a slow circle to look the child in her eyes. Staring into the eyes of an annoyed dragon, even one as small as him, was something even experienced adventurers had issues with. "Child, before going to slay dragons, learn about them first. First, shiny dragons are nice, not shiny ones are the ones to be guarded against. Second, you are a noblewoman, or will be in the future, so it is a knight's job to rescue you from the dragon and slay it, not yours. And third, your sword is not nearly shiny or sparkly enough to slay a dragon. So run back to your parents, and see if they might get you a book or two full of stories with dragons."<br/><br/>Done with his lecture, he politely ignored the mass breaths of relief that swept the room as he turned back to his previous conversation partner. "Where were we?"