He was pretty sure that Charlie and he were thinking the same thing: they were insane, but he was taking for granted that his brother had lost his mind.
"I'm not sure how many of you have seen the Hebridean Blacks, but they are big dragons," he said. "And the Common Welsh can roast you up from quite a distance. Whoever you expect to protect us needs to know how to duck and fast."
He exchanged a look with Charlie before focusing on Alastor again. "If we can find a way to magically move them, and that's really the only way to do it, because there's no way we can fly these dragons across the country with people attacking us for hours, then you're looking at about two people per dragon besides us, and that's just to help us get the dragons in and in addition to whatever forces you have. We might even get other people to learn how to set up the basic so that it speeds up the process." He looked around. "One viable suggestion is not to steal them. Have you consider if the risk is even worth it?"