"I...Y-yeah I thought so." He returned, unsure, but then closed his eyes as the shower from the dragon's itch rained down on him. It wasn't entirely pleasant, but. What could you do, tied to a stake in a swamp? His cheek was practically pressed to the mud if he shifted on his aching shoulder enough.

"You're...a lot different than I imagined." He ventures once he's opened his eyes, considering the long seemingly endless body, "Though I figure you're still going to eat you if I tell you any sort of tale of woe, so. Might as well get on with it. Just, don't let me die in this god awful dress. I mean, if you'd be so kind."

His expression is kind of hopeless. Though he figured dragons were legendary creatures. If they could talk, surely they understood last requests, right?