A warm smile blossoms on his face, and he looks up at Bash like my hero...

"That's so fucking cool," he murmurs, absolutely, sincerely enamored by the idea of meeting a dragon. Even a small one. Especially a small one, actually, because the thought of, like, a dog-sized dragon is just the best thing ever...

"I've never... never met any of 'em. I don't even know if they're real in my world, or..." Fairy tales. "How'd you meet a heckhound?"