He's, um, well-named. [Ivar's at little loss for words at being faced with an honest-to-gods dragon. This is one of the coolest things he's seen in months.]

If you're buying, you can get me an ale. I definitely need one after this. [Even after six months, he has yet to become used to all the weirdness that now makes up his life.] Can I touch him or will he try to bite off my hand if I do? [Ivar was a tactile person, often playing around with objects in his hands when he wasn't using them to get around. Plus, he was definitely not going to pass up the opportunity to possibly pet a dragon.]