[Dragons... eaux. Reim gives him a look for that, curious— but in a distinctly tired way. Already, he is exhausted hearing about dragons, and he has heard only the word. Weird wonderland monsters truly were bad enough just to make eye contact with, he needs a month off before he can hear about dragons.

If anyone turns into a dragon in his presence here, they're on the shit list!! Anyway.]

Boisterous... well, it sounds like fun. [So obviously not his kind of fun, here on their way to drink. Suddenly, Reim wonders if this tavern is going to be Rowdy... oh no.] In moderation.

[Mentally, he circles "in moderation" a few times. Underlines it. Draws an arrow pointing to it. Please, take note... it's implied.]

You know, you strike me as more of the bard type than a knight.

[it's the tits]