He made quite a lot of trouble before I shot him through the heart. As that solution doesn't seem to be working a second time, here we are.

[He really doesn't mean to sound like a stone-cold motherfucker--he's a total marshmallow! honest!--but dragons are super serious business.

And then he heaves a big ol' sigh, and he's just a worn-out middle-aged guy again.] This would be so much easier at home.