Between the cruel horns curled just so for most brutal stabbing and the jagged teeth, nay, fangs, dripping with blood, any sensible person would be discovering a puddle in their pants. Yet I am no sensible person; as non-sensible as it is to walk weaponless into a dragon’s kitchen perhaps.

Which I am most definitely not doing. I’m walking into the dining room like a civilized member of high society.

This is likely the part of the story in which you question if I am the dinner, which is quite preposterous indeed. How little you must think of them!

Do you, too, not sink your teeth into the bloody flesh of meat? Do not blame them for their nature, let alone one no different than our own. Sure, they enjoy rawer things, but do we humans not delight in the likes of sushi? I do think it wildly unfair.

I dare saw we imitate them! Have we not invented furnaces that melt the heaviest of metals? Do we not light up the sky with fireworks and our cities with bombs? Do we not wield lasers and flamethrowers like careless children?

I think we humans are simply jealous. The dragons, most magnificently, have this power innately! And don’t even get me started on wings, with our airplanes and drones and dreams of flying cars. They do it all better and with much decreased pollution.

And, they do not complain so much! They don’t gripe about copy-humans and patents and whatnot. They are gracious creatures, really.

And do you know something? They do not shy from apology. I have seldom met a person with such a regard for the ants they trample as the dragons do for us.

They have the patience of saints. It is, unfortunately, barbarically typical for us to look down upon those who are gifted in ways we are not.

So this dinner shall be a peace offering on my part. I do not care to give you the time of day if you disagree with my methods of amity.

Now, I have kept them waiting long enough. It will be a wonderful feast by the smell of it!