"Hrm, thought so," Drake replied with a grunt and a nod. He sipped his beer, shaking his head at the bit about having a child. He had never felt the urge to reproduce himself, and for that he was glad, seeing as he was the last of his kind and all. Sure, he supposed there must be other draconians out in the world, possibly in the Old country, but they wouldn't be of his clan. Maybe if he had that urge he would have looked them up. Maybe not. He shrugged off that thought.
"No worries. I wasn't around that long." In fact, after the impression he had made that time around, Drake couldn't be happier if nobody remembered him at all. "You might remember a dragon man, though? Right at the end of the 60's. Breathed fire and all that jazz."