[It's John's turn for a flat stare. When he speaks again, he isn't sure whether he should be amused, terrified, or perplexed by the offer. He's talking to a half-dragon bloke who's offering to fly him some not unsubstantial distance up from the ground when they've just met. He considers how utterly ridiculous that is, then brushes it off.]

Ta! I'd appreciate an overview. Think I ought to get your name before I let you pick me up, though. I owe you a pint for saving me there after this, anyway. I'm John.