If only we were so lucky. I could accept being in my undergarments in public if it meant waking up, but an encounter with worms convinced me that won't happen.

(The dragon leans against the side of a building.)

The locals are convinced we'll form a bond; that should buy us enough privacy to prevent interruption. Perhaps I shouldn't ask what happens ten thousand years into the future, but...you're just as stressed as I. What do you make of all this?