"Dragons aren't pets. You can't really direct them that way," he said, patiently. "You'd have to kill them and then feed them to the dragons. I don't mean that they won't go after a prey, but if you let them run wild, then there's no guarantee what or who they will attack."
Now the fact that the boy had given up his dream for his father was sad and it showed what a crappy father he had. "As I said, you're pretty good." He shook his head. "No, I gave it up and went to keep dragons instead. I loved the game, hated the atmosphere. The reserve was much better."
Callum stared at the other man. "Why don't you want to be in the castle?" Could they really have found someone who would have enjoyed being at a camp? without the whinging? "I'm sure Al has his own brand of lecturing, and dragons are dangerous things. You could have hurt someone. Just because it didn't better, it doesn't mean that you were right."