See, dragons don't really do dances. They have feasts and celebrations, but these kinds of movements definitely seemed more like a scavenger thing. And he feels a certain way about scavengers already.

And yet there's one right here, tugging him along with an alarming feat of strength. There's a moment of fumbling over his legs, but the assassin recuperates soon enough. He'd suck at his job if he couldn't! Problem is he's...not quite sure what to do with himself after that. Besides play it cool, of course. "Well, aren't you an energetic one. Strong grip, too."