"I have not," he answered with an exaggerated frown of shame. "I tried once, unsuccessfully. I've had a few friends who've done it though." Luke could put away pretty much anything like it was nobody's business and had won many a bar bet proving it. Now Danny was thinking, a little sadly, of all the places on Earth he might never get to see again. He shook that terrible thought from his head to focus on what Wicked was saying about apparently knowing a dragon.
"Oh, I didn't kill Shao Lao, not exactly," he explained, waving away her concern. "He's immortal so he was reborn. I wasn't first to become the Iron Fist. I won't be the last." Probably. K'un-lun was still out there, somewhere, after all, full of its immortals and any one with the potential to be the next Iron Fist. Somehow, that made him feel sad, too. He drained his glass. "So anyway, your dragon friend has nothing to fear from me."