"Do you listen to yourself talk or do you just try to fill the space around you with as many words as you can fit in one breath?"

Exasperated, Conrad rubbed at his forehead with a bitty claw. "You are lucky this place works the way it does. And I don't know. Do I look like a dragon expert?"

Don't answer that, Hanna. Conrad knows way more about dragons-- or at least, British dragon myths-- than he'd like to admit.