Sure, he hadn't done too much damage. Property damage. People were another matter. He tried not to think too much on the long list of broken noses, jaws, ribs, and arms he'd left in his wake. A few legs too. Not too many, unless one asked that poor Spider-Boy fella, left in traction with all four legs broken. In his defense, the lad had set his trailer on fire, with Drake inside. Had to be the dumbest attempt on a dragon's life, to try and burn them. Not a lot of brains in that Spider-Boy.
"Well, I'll drink to that," Drake said through a smirk, taking another swig of his beer. "Ain't that just what the world needs? More men like me," he said, snorting and snickering sarcastically into his mug. Somehow the image of a carnival crawling with stonefaced dudes glaring at all and sundry and grunting at each other in greeting was hilarious to him. "I can see it now."