One couldn't expect a spider to be smart, boy or no. Still, the dragon hadn't done anything to HIM and that was what counted in this conversation.
Tab smiled his own wicked smile and raised his bottle to that, taking a large glug from the thing. "Oh yes, there's a parade of steel faced, spike fisted security men. Boots astompin'." Tab happened to have seen such a parade before, though that particular memory was not a good one.