[it's a boast that works. Sam offers a jealous, incredulous look.]

A dragon? Goddamn you've got me beat there. [chances were good he wouldn't run into one to imprint on, after all.]

...Glad I didn't add any to this dish then. [sincerely.] You should've warned me about that, I'd have hated for the first meal I cooked you to make you sick.

But I can get as big as whatever it is I've seen, never had an issue with size. [a beat.] ...D'you mean that literally? When you say "puddle"?