_{[ All right, so the dragon had a name. He didn't know why he thought it hadn't, but one thinks of dogs and cats having names, not... dragons. He slid his own arm around Bull's back, not knowing if that would make a difference or not, but it would get more of the other's smell on him, right? ]}

Dawnstone, huh? S'pretty name.

_{[ He smiled at the dragon, as if his charm could win over such a creature as well as it did the two-legged variety. ]}

It's from a really, really old cartoon. I'll show it to you sometime. You know what a cartoon is?

_{[ A perfectly normal conversation to be having while the deer-sized dragon glowered from the couch. ]}