A low, frustrated grumble sounds in his chest, and then he shocks me to the core as he stretches forward, his front leg becoming a ramp. Dragons never supplicate for anyone, and yet here he is, bowing to make it easier for me to climb on. It’s steep but manageable.
he wouldn't have picked you if he were looking just for the strongest. I assume he likes your brains and compassion, so he's willing to accommodate I guess.
