[He's so gross, actually. Like a fucking school kid, but in his thirties.]

[He frowns-- Nimona's like. Thousands of years old, and yet he's designated himself as The Adult, so it feels wrong to permit himself to utilize anything even slightly resembling the lonely dragon mention. His posture pulls kind of squiggly, like he's uncomfortable in his own skin, and he shrugs.] Dragon emoji's better than trying to make you decipher my texting. [A snort.] Only ten feet, she says. Stolas won't be shit to you in height, then, except if you turn him sideways he disappears. Skinny dude.

Good deal, save your energy. The more of it you store to beat ass the better the beating will be.

[He just grunts, because yeah, doesn't he fuckin' know it.]

[He processes that and whistles, softly.] Full-on "rise like a Phoenix" bit, aren't'cha.