[ Draco eyes the pirate as he walks out into view. White pants and that's all, is it? So it is that time after all. He arches his scaly brows at that question, though. One he's heard so many times. ]

A talking dragon? Is that what I am? Why, I hadn't noticed at all. [ A potentially rude talking dragon, apparently. ] And of that I am not surprised. Many places do not seem to have my kind, but no matter. It would seem that you're newly arrived. Is that right?