You can thank me later. When you wake up and - well, wake up at all.

[Beckett concludes his thoughts on that matter with a hand-wave, or tries to, anyhow. He really, intensely dislikes being patronized. But bristling over it feels like taking a bait.]

A... subtle dragon is a little difficult to picture. [He can't help but grin a little at the thought, a flash of sharp canines.] Do you slay them for a living, then?

[There is the faint echo of sarcasm there, because there always is with him and because honestly dragonslayers, but it is an honest question.]